Little Red Riding Hood 6/8

I went back to his.

And yes, his house was as foul as he was. I hadn't got a plan. I just knew I had to end his games as soon as I could. It seemed easy. A bit of flattery. 'What a big...' well I don't need to spell everything out and he was proud and that's when I sliced and he screamed and his son. HIS SON came downstairs and hit me.

Hard.

From the corner I saw him pass a dirty towel to his dad to stem the flow and call an ambulance.

Then it went dark.