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"We're all here to talk, so let's just do this peacefully!" Jaiden and Bad both tried to plead with him, but their words fell onto deaf ears. He was not going to listen to them. Not if they wouldn't listen to him first.
"Oh, are you now? Well, it sure didn't seem like you were trying to a fucking minute ago!" He shouted, poison coursing through his veins and seeped its way into his words. They were cold yet harsh, but he meant every word that he said and was going to say.
He wouldn't let them shut him up anymore with both their harsh words and even harsher weapons of various kinds. He had something to say, and he wanted them to hear it.
"And you want to do this peacefully? Maybe be peaceful when your fucking children have the nerve to hit me, or maybe be peaceful BAD when you fucking killed my daughter!" He directed his attention towards Bad who grew more defensive after hearing his words.
"Stop saying I killed your daughter; I didn't do it!" Bad yelled, trying to defend himself. But his words affected no one. They all probably knew that he didn't do it, anyways.
He groaned as he pushed his glasses up on top of his head to rub the bridge of his nose in frustration. He was almost at a loss for words before something ignited in him again, causing him to want to fight more. This rarely ever happened, but he didn't have the nerve to turn it down now. He was too far gone.
"SHUT UP!" His glasses fell back down onto his face as he was quickly engulfed by rage. His words were sudden yet sharp. But he had more to say.
"You murdered my fucking kid, blew up my house, and now I'm being treated like some sort of animal! Being knocked to the floor and hit so much while all I want is my child back! I am so willing to do whatever it takes, so just let me do this!" His shouts sounded more like sobs as he continued to yell. He didn't even know who this was directed at anymore, he just wanted someone to feel guilty for something.
But he still didn't even know why he admitted that. Desperation was just starting to take over and he wasn't going to hold it back. He just wanted to get everything over with so that JuanaFlippa could be back and safe in his arms, and if that meant admitting anything that he wanted to do, he was more than happy to do so.
"Just calm down, Slime! We don't know what happened to your kid and Bad most definitely didn't do anything! So doing whatever you're thinking of doing won't!" He heard Fit shout. He immediately turned to face him as soon as he heard him speak. Fit must think that this is a fucking joke.
"It-It has to help! I know it will! I wish that I hadn't been pushed to this point, but all my wife can do is fuck things up!" His voice rang out between the silence. He couldn't help but accuse his wife. No... Mariana wasn't his wife anymore. He couldn't even say that without wanting to shout more, and louder than before. And although it was sudden, his words were getting the best of him.
"See? I didn't do anything!" Bad yelled, relieved to be off the hook. But Fit quickly took the lead before anyone could say anything else.
"Why are you taking this out on us then?! If your wife did this-" Fit sighed angrily, cutting himself off. So instead, he just walked towards the door and motioned for Jaiden to open it.
She quickly did so as Fit shot him an angry look.
"Step outside, Slime." He demanded.
He wanted to keep fighting more than anything, but the sight of their house crumbling with hopefully everyone inside would be a better sight from outside. He knew exactly what he was doing, and he had no regrets.
This conversation had been going nowhere anyways. He was done talking, and certainly wouldn't when he was dragged outside. Blowing up this house was the only thought on his mind. He had to do this.
And he had to because he had nothing left to lose. Absolutely nothing. And they were going to see that after he took everything away from them as well.