Hate you

His first impulse was to burst open the door and stab anything within an arm's length, but he'd made enough mistakes for a lifetime. This time, he was determined to do it right.

“Hold the gun firmly, Eric. It's strong," said Raymond. He smiled and lifted Eric's arms parallel to the ground.

“I can do it!” Eric lamented. He tried to shake Raymond's hand.

“I'm trying to teach you, Eric. Listen."

“He kept talking and talking. I just want to shoot.”

“Patience,” Raymond said. “Stand with your feet wider and try to keep your breathing even.”

Eric scowled. You are tired of talking. Pointing the gun at the tin can in the distance, he pulled the trigger. The force of the gun caused his elbow to bend and the gun hit his forehead, sending him to the ground.

“Aaah! Dammit!" Eric rolled on the ground while holding his head. He thrashed his legs while trying to ease the pain. He could hear Raymond roaring with laughter.

“I already told you! Stupid boy!" Raymond stomped while laughing.

Eric