"Go on, say all you want to say. We don't care and we're not leaving. Did your goddamn brain get that?" I said emphatically, my patience was exhausted. If I hadn't just held back we might have tweaked it earlier!
The girl smirked and my eyes widened when she suddely spilled the soda on my dress!
I heard a sigh. The coldness and viscosity penetrated inside my clothes. My dress is white so I can see the stain there. The liquid was flowing down to my dress, I looked so messy and wet!
I suddenly remembered a scenario. This is how I reached out to Hanna. And I'm fantasizing of doing to her what I did to Hanna.
"I said, didn't I? I told you to leave if you don't want trouble."
In my rage I could not remain silent. My jaw tightened as I imagined of gripping her hair savagely. I imagine rubbing his face on the cement and slapping him until I was fed up. I wanted to hurt him for what he did to me especially when I saw the satisfaction on his face.
