Weak point

Author's POV

“Fuck!” Raymond cussed as he entered his office. In anger, he began to destroy the office.

“Fuck her! I hate her boldness, I hate her courage! I hate her motherfucking confidence!” He yelled, hitting his hand on the table.

Stanley went over to the bar, pulling out two glasses and a bottle of alcohol.

“What you need is a drink,” he said to his best friend, whose breathing was hard. Whose chest was heaving up and down.

“What I need is to kill that fucking woman!” He yelled as he threw his office chair to the other side of the room.

“Calm down, man!” Stanley persuaded.

“I just fucking hate her nerves. The boldness. She sounds so much like Davis. She is supposed to be my mother, but she sounds so much like someone she has never seen before!” He hissed in anger.

“Strong-willed, strong spirit that cannot easily be broken. Seven years, Stanley, seven fucking years, and she still speaks like her hope is still intact. Where did she get such courage from?!?” He yelled.

“I fu