The daughter wielded her frying pan at her mother, but Mom caught her wrist and twisted to make her drop it. She decked her daughter across the face, knocking her towards the table. She slumped over it, catching her breath as her mother grabbed her furiously by the hair.
"I'll keep that whore ass of yours home if I have to knock you out," she threatened. The daughter grabbed quickly for another weapon and turned to swing it. It happened to be the salt shaker, throwing the stinging condiment into her eyes and making her fall back screaming and clutching her eyes.
The daughter regained her ground, tackling her blind mother to the floor and grabbing her hair, banging her head on the tile repeatedly. She kept screaming in agony, thrashing until the daughter locked her hands around her neck, squeezing until she gagged. Her tongue lolled out and she fell limp, breathing but unconscious when she let go.
"Old hag," she spat grimly at her mother. |