"I'm sorry but I don't want to hear you talking shit, can you close your mouth for a moment? I am trying to think here," Stephan grimaced. He raised his leg and stamped on Porter's face again. "Just wait patiently until I get to a conclusion. Maybe I will let you go."
"I will…"
"Don't talk," he replied immediately, knowing exactly what the boy would say. "Spare me the poop you are throwing off your mouth."
He calmed down faster than expected. Naturally, one would take a long time to overcome a trauma. It was the reason why his body was shaking; it was a trauma his brain remembered very well. Porter had a private car but he usually took the metro to bully him repeatedly. Thinking about it, it was childish. In the end, he had to resolve this whole thing alone.
