Contempt for everything he represented quickly rose and churned deep inside him. Sharp pains penetrated his sides reminding him being knifed..but from within. A foul knot quickly formed in the pit of Dean's belly
Acidic bile mixed with the stagnate musky taste of John, of his father, ..the spent seed burned the back of his throat
Barely able to stand he leaned against the vanity bringing his face close to the mirror
With nose scrunched and glaring hate-filled eyes
Dean spit the rinse water from his mouth all over the glass
As the pale-gray smoke from his cigarette swirled a wicked dance slowly around him
he thought
I hate the reflection staring back at me
It never looks any different
Always shows the same thing
Me
I hate what I see
I need to learn what format to upload in until then remain patient with these horrid on line seperations which completely take away emphasis of this author's expression.