"What are you going to do to me, you little shit?" The obese motherfucker stood up, almost tripping on a shoe.
He moved toward Santiaga, holding his beer bottle in his hand.
Pa!
Veyra gasped, seeing the man slap Santiaga across the face. She took a step forward, only to be stopped by Santiaga, who was merely staring at the man coldly.
"Did you ever even consider me... human?" Santiaga asked, closing his eyes.
"Human? You piece of garbage. Look at my life, after I left you and your piece-of-shit mother—"
Santiaga didn't let the man finish his sentence, punching him in the stomach with full force.
"Don't you call my mother anything. She was ten times a better parent than you. And she endured far more..." The words came out of Santiaga's mouth, heavy.
He took a step toward the man as he writhed in pain.
The man suddenly vomited on the floor, falling to his knees and trying to stand up.
