“You better move before I run you over.” I try to shut the door, but he holds it in place. “Let go.” “No, why did you leave?” My body turns ice cold, my eyes narrow into slits, and my fingers fidget on my lap, baiting me to slap the shit out of him. “I’m really tempted to commit manslaughter, so I advise you to back up.” “You mean, homicide. Manslaughter is killing someone without intending to do so.”
