A delirious Diana drove out in the main road speeding at last. She was in shock at what had just happened, she knew she was angry and maybe bore some resentment towards him, but she was not sure as to what depth it had eaten her, she was such an angry mess. It was the love. Love made you desperate, even in pain, it drew you out of sorts like hungry baby wailing away at the top of its lungs trying to get the attention of its mother.
What had she done? She was angry at him, pissed to the brim and pouring but maybe not to that extent, or maybe he did, he deserved to be sliced like that for all the physical harm he had caused her.
Well, you don't say never to those who have hurt you, he had had it coming for a long time. "He had it coming" she reassured herself "that bastard had it coming" she continued.
"He tried to stop me, he wanted her to get hurt. He wanted them to have their way with her"
