"The fuck!" I sprang up and landed a resounding slap on her right cheek. She held her right cheek, still maintaining the cocky smile on her face.
I scoffed, flipping my hair backward. Her face lifted, and her hand raised to hit my cheek; I grasped her wrist and smacked her second cheek immediately.
I released my grip, and she staggered backward, almost losing her balance.
"Anika," Jonathan called, and I flipped my hair backward. How could she say that? Too bad my son is alive?
"Minnie, let's go," Jonathan said, ready to leave, but she stood transfixed, glaring at me, her eyes red-rimmed with tears already.
"Oh Lord, I'm tired of pretending," She flipped her hair backward her facial expression transforming to a more dangerous expression.
"Pretending?" I repeated, scoffing at her.
"I fucking hate your existence. Did you think I like you with the way I'm following you around like a dog? No, I don't like you."
