Dane grabbed my hand and shouted, “Hit me! Please! Hit me, so you will feel better!”
Dane was about to kowtow to me and when his head was about to hit the ground, a hand suddenly crossed between us.
Camille held his forehead with her hand, pulled up Dane, who was trembling with tears and looked at me calmly. “The dead cannot be resurrected and things are dead. There is no need to embarrass the living because of dead things. Dane already knows that he is wrong.”
Camille’s tone was flat, as if this matter was a very small matter and regarded me as the narrow-minded person. She protected Dane in a protective manner and told me.
“Don’t continue to embarrass Dane. He is already burdened enough.”
I didn’t say a word and didn’t even express my opinion. As long as Dane pretended to be pitiful, it was all my fault.
From Dane stealing my watch, to Dane taking my painting, to Dane smashing my wedding photo with Camille, to Dane breaking into my home and my territory, to now, smashing the last thing my mother left me.
Camille was still asking me to forgive and be magnanimous. My head was constantly buzzing, my throat was tight and my fingertips were trembling, betraying my lack of calmness.
I turned my head and looked at Dane, who was still crying in Camille’s arms. I walked directly to Dane, grabbed his hair in front of Camille and slammed him against the wall. Dane screamed. I kicked his knee and he really knelt in front of me this time.
“You don’t kowtow like that.” I stepped on Dane’s knee with one foot, grabbed his head with one hand and slammed it heavily on the ground.
A violent collision sounded. I heard Dane scream, watched his forehead ooze blood and told him. “This is called kowtow and admit your mistakes!”
My eyes were red and I pulled Dane’s head to hit him again, but Camille grabbed my wrist. She stopped me forcefully and looked at me gloomily. “Let go!”
“Dream on!” I shouted.
Camille raised another hand to hold me down and then, she pried my fingers apart with force, watching my nails almost break. I frowned in pain, but she didn’t notice it at all and pried my hands apart bit by bit to warn me.
“Don’t go too far, Charlie!”
Too far, she said? I looked at Camille and laughed in anger. “Camille, the difference between humans and animals is that humans can think and distinguish right from wrong and humans have moral constraints, instead of relying on passion to decide to unconditionally protect! Since you have decided to protect Dane, okay!”
I didn’t care about my broken nails and watched the blood flow from my fingertips. While Camille was stunned, I endured the pain of my fingers and scratched Dane’s face fiercely.
My nails were completely broken. And Dane’s face that appeared in dozens of my WhatsApp status every day was destroyed together. Dane completely collapsed. I laughed out loud.
“What is this?!”
“This is retribution! I’ll tell you, Camille…” I looked at Camille’s incredulous expression and then at Dane, who was covering his face and screaming. I reminded her, “I’ve never been a good person! You should have known it long ago! Camille, you’ve completely pissed me off! I’ll tell you! If I don’t kill you, I will regret it my whole life!”
