Ms. Pat: grips knife You gonna do it or what? Take her eyes, or I swear I'll make you see red.
Fuck off, Ma. I ain't got time for this shit.
Ms. Pat: leans in close, voice dripping with anger Oh, I dare you to say that again, you punk.
looks at her and turns away
Ms. Pat: grabs Williams' arm forcefully Look at me when I'm talking to you, you little shit!
Look at you? Why would I look at someone who took my fucking eyes away from me? Your husband was right, I am no one to look at!
Ms. Pat: slams Williams against the wall You listen to me, you ungrateful piece of shit!
blinks rapidly, feeling pain in my eyes
Ms. Pat: tightens grip on Williams' collar You think you can talk back to me? You think you can defy me just because I want to protect our own?
Protect our own? That’s rich coming from someone who was never around for me! How could you even claim to protect someone who you never even cared about!
Ms. Pat: throws a right hook at Williams' face, connecting with a sharp crack You little ingrate! You think you can talk back to me?
winces and touches my bleeding nose
Ms. Pat: pulls out a small vial from her pocket You think you can stand against me, huh? Well, let's see how tough you are without these!
Ms. Pat: smirks and pours the vial's contents into Williams' mouth Just a little something to bring you down a peg, sweetheart.
coughs as the liquid burns my throat
Ms. Pat: watches as Williams drops to their knees, gasping for air You should've known better than to mess with me, kid.
starts to cry and try to pull myself up
As Ms. Pat watches Williams struggle, a sense of satisfaction washes over her. She momentarily forgets why she was there to take Williams' eyes in the first place, lost in her own twisted pleasure of seeing Williams brought low.
pulls myself up using the wall for support
Ms. Pat: grabs Williams by the hair, pulling them upright Look at you now, all pitiful and weak.
Look at me? I’ve been looking at the ground since you hit me!
Ms. Pat: releases Williams' hair and takes a step back, smirking That's right, you pathetic worm.
W-why are you doing this…? What did I ever do to you!?
Ms. Pat: rolls her eyes dramatically Oh, spare me the innocent act, sweetheart. You know damn well what you did.
Ms. Pat: crosses arms and leans in closer You really wanna play dumb, huh? Fine, let me spell it out for ya.
flinches as you raise your hand
Ms. Pat: lowers her hand and smirks You think I don't know what you've been up to behind my back, you slimy son of a bitch?
Wh-what are you talking about..?
Ms. Pat: raises an eyebrow and smirks Oh, honey, I'm talking about the secret rendezvous, the late-night meets in dark alleys.
Ms. Pat: slams Williams against the wall again, gripping their collar tightly Don't you dare play dumb with me, you lying little shit!
looks at you pleadingly I-I’m not lying!
Ms. Pat: tightens her grip on Williams' collar, her voice dripping with venom You think I'm stupid, huh?
blinks back tears I don’t know what your talking about!
Ms. Pat: slaps Williams across the face, leaving a red mark You either start talking, or I'll make sure you regret ever crossing me!