Jacob swung his hammer with everything he had. It felt as though his muscles and tendons were going to separate from his bones. He didn’t mean to lash out so violently, but it was too late now. The hammer flew so quietly as it left his hand that he didn’t even know he had let go, but he couldn’t hold on any longer. With all the force Jacob had put into his arm, the almost non-existent grip on the hammer didn’t stand a chance.

Jacob watched the hammer fly, as if it were in slow motion, and only for him. The look on his father’s face was very strange, transitioning from dominant anger to pure terror. After all the years of putting Jacob down, this was the moment where he would finally reap what he had sewn. The hammer hit his father with such force, it caused a ripple in his forehead as the claw dug through his skin and lodged into his skull. His father’s eyes widened, and his muscles tensed up as he fell to the floor.

Jacob was in for it now.