Despair The fifth act

There was blood everywhere. Dick had slashed his arm, not just a small cut either. With a tea towel wrapped round his arm, Dick was explaining to the police on the phone that his stepson had just lost it and attacked him with a knife.

"Am I going to go to jail, mum?" James asked, trembling all over.

"No, you didn't do anything wrong James!" Sherrie reassured him.

Dick glares at them, smiling after his phone call.

"Your going to be locked up boy!"

At this point Sherrie floors dick with a hook.

"Now, there's been an assault!" Said Sherrie.