The Violent Teenager.

A Tall Tale?

He held the aerosol can inches from her face, screaming he was going to burn her face off, as she reached behind into the sink her only thought was to  wet the lighter he was holding. Days earlier he had singed her hair sending a jet across the room , he was inches from her face. Whether this was a cry for attention or not the thought of that jet hitting her frightened her beyond belief.

Her once charming son had turned into an angry teenager and appeared to have no boundaries when it came to her. Whatever had gone wrong between them manifested itself in an anger that he appeared to be unable to control. She made excuses for him, he was just a boy. A troubled boy, he had to be mentally ill why else would he try and stab her , strangle her and put medication in…

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