Ariel was glaring daggers at me. There was no one around us, so she didn't bother hiding her hatred.
"You've already killed my parents. Isn't that enough? I haven't even settled the score for that!" Ariel's eyes welled up as she mentioned her parents. "How would I have gotten so sick if you hadn't done that? How would my parents have died in a car accident on their way to the hospital to visit me?"
Ariel always blamed me for everything.
She claimed all her wrongdoings were for love and that I forced her hand. And my self–defense was seen as malicious in her eyes.
Her values were getting more twisted by the day. Maybe the more she hated me, the more twisted she became
"Your parents' deaths are on you, not anyone else. Don't stand in my way, I have nothing to discuss with you." I responded calmly, not showing any sign of emotion.
I wasn't even a tad guilty: Ariel was just asking for trouble.
