“That stunt she just pulled has me wanting to go on a rampage and kill everyone in sight. Fuck me. When did she get to this stage? Being sad is one thing, but suicidal? Her fucking therapist is about to get reamed a new asshole. Fucking bitch could have said something. Shit. When we get back to the clubhouse, I drag her out of the car and to the bedroom. Everyone stares as we pass, but no one says a word. I slam the door and throw her down on the bed. She’d been crying quietly in the car but... begins to sob now. “Why are you crying?” I know I’m being an asshole, but I’m too mad to care. “I’ve had it, Raven. I can’t do this anymore. That little stunt is the last straw.” “I’m sorry,” she chokes out. I don’t want to hear it. I need to get away from her before I make things worse than I probably already have. I leave and head straight to the bar. Britney is tending again and slides me a beer.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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