'Did he just call me childish? Of course, I'm always a fucking child in his eyes.'
Hera glared daggers at him, wishing her looks could kill him right now.
He was mocking her, wasn't he? Hera laughed humourlessly. He addressed her as Hera. He rarely used her first name, and he would call her Hera only when he gets angry.
And Hunter was angry because she blamed Bianca.
'It's always Bianca.'
Hera's dislike for his so-called best friend only increased. "Of course, Hunter. I'm the child. Don't you remember? That's why you were screwing some whore, not me. I'm sure Bianca is one of your sluts too," she spat, with all the bitterness she could add.
"Enough," he shouted, and Hera screamed frightened when he picked up the bed lamp and threw it at the mirror. Glass shattered everywhere.
