Mr. Davis walks out of the kitchen into the sitting room as Oscar bangs his room's door close. He looks up at the stairs and then at Lynda who seemed pissed before sipping the blood in the wine glass he is holding. He had a smirk playing on his lips before walking to Lynda and sitting on the couch with his legs crossed.
“Your son is becoming quite stubborn because of that girl," He said
“He is our son, Davis," Lynda said and sits beside him
“Mmm, I'm fully aware of that but he seems to have more of your characters than mine," Mr. Davis said admiring the blood in the glass
“When will you kill her?" Lynda asked looking desperately at Mr. Davis “You are taking so long to do so"
Mr. Davis sighs and shuts his eyes. “I will do so but..."
“When?" Lynda interrupted
Mr. Davis's eyes open and
