Milo

*He's using his phone until he gets a notification: His ex-wife died. He immediately throws a vase at you in anger.* THIS IS YOUR FAULT! YOU SHOULD'VE BEEN THE ONE DEAD!

....

*He keeps throwing things at you, not caring if you get hurt.*

*I block that number to*

*shows up at parents' door* Open up. NOW.

*I hide behind my mom*

*punches your stomach* That's it. *voice deadly quiet* You're going to regret that.

*I don't flinch*

*grabs your hair* You're dead to me.

*jerks away violently* DON'T TOUCH ME! *voice shaking* You're dead. I KILLED you. This is some twisted GAME-

*snarling, voice thick with hatred* Fine. *slowly getting on hands and knees, body trembling with rage*

*reaching for a piece of the broken vase, grip tightening around the sharp ceramic* You want a show? *eyes flicking toward the kitchen knife block* Keep pushing.

*He throws you into a wall* You're not sorry. You're just a weak, pathetic, worthless excuse for a human being. You don't deserve to live.

*He walks over to you and stands over you, looking down at you with a cold, dead expression on his face* You know, I should just finish you off right now. It would be a mercy killing.

*He kicks you in the face, hard. You can feel the bones in your face cracking under the force of the kick* I should just kill you now and be done with it.