Inquisitive

"Will you tell me where you are coming from at this time of the night before I scatter your head with a slap,"

Miguel Braxton hard baritone could be heard resonating in the entire house.

He looked sternly at the little woman who stood terrified beside the door with a small coat in her hands.

His male presence dominating the entire room scared the hell out of the petite lady who stood by the door.

"From our women's reunion. Have you forgotten I told you I would be going there tod..."

The girl didn't have the chance to complete her sentence because the slap that cut across the upper section of her face makes her burst into tears.

Miguel Braxton a twenty-nine-year-old lunatic, drunkard, and good for nothing young wreck. Tall, slim with an average pot belly of a rich man but with an ugly stinking breathe, not to talk of his stinking breathe filled with tobacco. His dirty blonde hair cut across his nape as he shuffled his hair ruefully with his hands.

Putting his hand in his jean po