A short drabble:
Paul grit his teeth. After the huge row with his father, neither of them were speaking to each other. Paul sat in the living room, waiting for dinner. His father lay sprawled across the couch, watching the TV.
The damn thing was on full blast and he was watching some dirty comedy show. Paul shut his eyes and imagined his father's disgusting toothy grin spread across his face. Paul really didn't get along with his father. At all. His father shouted out 'Get me a beer will you Paul?'
Paul opened his eyes and his frame shook. In a matter of seconds he was on the floor and inhumane growls came out of his chest. He threw himself at his father, uncaring of the voices in his head. His teeth ripped into his father's ugly face.
'Oi Paul! Where's that beer?'
Paul opened his eyes, for real this time. It had all been in his head. He'd dreamt it up. He was that close to actually doing the deed, he thought it best to remove himself from the man on the couch.
He groggily got up from his chair and grabbed a beer from the kitchen. And chucked it over to his dad, who's eyes popped. He glared at Paul and for a moment, Paul thought he felt his body shudder…