My words might sound off, but I do not care. I swung the cane in my hand with a big smile. A scream was heard as the old bastard fell to the ground. I kept swinging the cane until I finally saw blood. The old man lay on the ground cursing and flailing about in pain, but I did not care. I didn't stop until the old man passed out. I wiped the imaginary sweat from my brow and kindly put the cane next to the old man. "Thank you for letting me borrow this."
"Faith this…. Why did you do that?" My father seemed to still be in a state of shock, but I only shook my head. "No matter what, he would not like us. After all, unless you disowned me and sent me away, he would hate us because I am a demi human."
"This…." My father turned to my mother, who was looking at me with concern in her eyes. This was not a look of fear or anything like this but pure concern.
