It's been a week since we have shifted and it's like both of us are under a house arrest. I can't work. I can't sleep. I don't have any money left and Carol won't let me work so Jay will have to support us for the time being. I am cooking breakfast in the kitchen when I hear a bang upstairs.
"What did she throw now? Nothing was left there." I sigh and deliberate whether to go up or not. I should, what if she hurt herself?
I switch off the gas and go up two stairs at a time.
She threw my laptop on the window.
"That's it! I am calling Jay." I go back downstairs, exasperated.
What is the matter with these girls?! I don't remember the last time I had a meal in peace or slept through the night. Fuck it! Really!
I grab my shirt and lock my house to go to Jay, but instead I decide to go to FUCKING Timothy. He started it all the asshole!
I leave a text for Jay, telling him to come over to look after Carol and that she is alone.
I drive to Timothy's. Fifteen minutes later I ring his doorbell.
He opens the door and I punch his face. He stumbles backwards.
"You son of a Bitch! Why did you kiss Carol?!"
He is bleeding from his mouth and guess what, I don't care.
I punch him again. God, that feels good.
"Why did you tell the girls we had to kill people?!"
He just keeps looking at me.
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