I'm going to kill her. I'm going to kill all of them. There was a wild fury building inside me, a pressure that needed release soon or I'd explode, so I screamed. It didn't do much, but at the very least, it helped ease some of the pressure from my head and chest. The air around me thickened, making my head spin as I made my way up the stairs to my room, all the while fighting back the tears that I refused to let fall. Tears are for the weak, like Gia.
I stood in front of the mirror in my room, assessing the damage and feeling both angry and embarrassed. I can't believe I let her do this to me and in front of Gabriel Russo, no less. Now that it was over, I thought of all the things I should've done to her, but I've never been much of a fighter; then again, neither has she. Where the hell did she learn to fight like that?
