Letting out a started cry, the let go of her hold and shoved him away from her.
“What do you think you’re doing?” she hissed, her hands wiping away at any imaginary marks he may have left with a stiff anger.
Jim fell to the floor with a thud, wincing as he touched his neck.
You were going to kill me! You were this close to snapping my neck! He yells through his tears. You- you psychotic sorry excuse for a mother-!
“Where are your manners?” she roared, leaping to her feet so she could tower over the crying boy. “Where is your respect?” she spat.
He shook his head desperately, covering his ears and curling into himself.
N-no- no no-
He pulled on his hair, squeezing his eyes shut.
She groaned in annoyance and irritation, swiftly grabbing the boy by his collar and dragging him off his feet. “What have I told you about speaking in full sentences?” she snarled.