CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY-ONE
ROXANNE'S POV
"Do I really deserve this unprintable truckload of insults?" I asked forlornly. Her words were sharper than a lion's teeth.
"You wouldn't have deserved it if you had made good use of your brain. I'm really disappointed in you that's why I'm saying all this," she defended, "It's not from a place of hate, it's from a place of love and care but knowing you, you wouldn't understand" she said drily, leaning forward like she wanted to pick out my foolishness and show it as an evidence.
"But it doesn't look like it. What you're doing looks like a fruit, gotten from a tree of hatred, planted months ago" I replied. "I do not see any good in it."
