Intervention Of Faith

Maddox

Eight Months Ago….

I wanted to kill that asshole. Yes, I most often beat the s**t out of others but what anyone wouldn’t understand or didn’t even try to understand was the fact that there was always a reason behind my impulse to fight.

When I was standing in the cafeteria behind that fucker I had happened to look over the fucker’s shoulder at his phone. And, the fact that I was taller than most of the students in the school made it possible to read every word as he texted.

I can give you money.

-          How much?

What about thousand bucks for every visit?

-          She’s a virgin. I could get more for that.

Fine. Two thousand. That’s final.

-          Okay.

Don’t do anything permanent.

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