Oh Shit
By reddit user u/ByfelsDisciple
“I have your eight-year-old son tied up next to me. Do exactly as I instruct, or I will slowly remove all of his skin with a potato peeler.”
I suddenly didn’t give a shit about my Pumpkin Spice Latte, and I dazedly backed away from the counter without retrieving my credit card.
“Daddy!” Oliver screamed from the other end of the line.
A parent knows how to discern each type of his child’s scream.
This one was “genuine terror.”
It was all I could do to keep the phone from tumbling out of my trembling hand. “What do you want from me?” My body rattled; I had unknowingly backed up against the wall.
This is so goddamned good
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