“Don't you say these useless things! As the last son, you even insulted your parents like that. You are the disobedient son, Alfred.”
I replied, “I really doubt that you have made such a big business. Are you not as good as good old-bitch nonsense?”
My mother seemed to widen her eyes. Meanwhile, I rolled my eyes.
“Alright, you guys don't like me, right? So, I will leave tomorrow. I'm just staying here for one night today. Please, don't mess with me, okay.”
With that said, I stood up. “Find me an empty room, please. I'm going to rest right now.”
My father yelled at me, “Hold on! Who do you think you are giving orders to, Alfred?”
He rushed over, raised his hand and slapped me. I was still holding a banana in my hand at that time. Without thinking I put it straight into his mouth. That of course made him choke and vomit.
I said briefly, “This time it's a banana, next time it might be a knife that cuts off your head, Dad.”
I glared at him with a fierce look in my eyes. Our father was so scared that he backed up. He actually didn't dare to come forward again.