Alice gasped and Jake smiled; they’d always known what would do the most harm. He watched with a kind of sick fascination as she gathered herself, dreading what she would say or do next.
“Yeah, well, at least he didn’t leave me because I’m a fucking basket case!” Her retort was so childish, it could’ve been funny, except for how it wasn’t.
“You fucking bitch.” He started putting his shoes back on, twitching his mouth at the burn when his blisters rubbed on the soles. “I’ll have my stuff cleared out by tonight,” he said, speaking to the floor.