He raised his hand, and my mother flinched.
For the first time, I realized something. Gabe had hit my mother. I didn't know when, or how much. But I was sure he'd done it. Maybe it had been going on for years, when I wasn't around.
A balloon of anger started expanding in my chest. I turned from the table and stalked toward the kitchen. Look through the many draws, I found the biggest knife I could find and put it in my belt. I turned around walked heavily to the table.
"Percy no!" my mom screamed, but I could barely hear her. You could say my judgment was heavily clouded with anger.
I stopped at were Gabe was sitting and grabbed him by his shirt collar, I through that disgusting piece of sh** against the wall once… twice… three times. Then I pulled the knife out of my belt and held it to his throat as I pinned him to the wall.
"If you ever put your filthy hands on my mother again I will personally hunt you down and chop them off, starting will the fingers," I said in a deathly calm voice. The look in his eyes told me he was scared and that he had understood was I was saying.
Satisfied, I through that thing to the ground, and walked away back to my room with my mom close behind.
A/N: Sorry if it is a little rushed. I was just bored on a rainy day
-Greekfreak23