252: Past

That teenage Ares had let out an awkward laugher. It was that of a mentally Disturbed person..and like that, he had gotten up to his feet.

Ignoring the blood that drooled from his leg, he picked up the bigger piece of the broken bottle sherd.

Then he staggered out of his room. Ares had later arrived at his parents room. At that time, his Stepmother was in bed, her face and eyes covered with skin care product. While his father was in the bathroom.

He slowly walked into the room, blooding drooling and filling the spots he walked pass.

"Oh hunny? Are you out of the bathroom already? Are you done?" His Stepmother had thought it was his father..

And without even replying, Ares had walked up to her and ruthless dug the piece of broken glass into her stomach.

She gasped in pain as he brutally dug the bottle piece into him and allowed the pain to tear into her. Blood rushing out.

Ares had held it longer so as to make sure she was dead.