64. Fuck off

"Fuck, I hate you, I really do. Seeing you pleading just wants me to clam up and shut my mouth forever." I smirked at her.

"You really are a monster?!" Lauren asked me with disbelief.

"Yeah, I am. It is SO MUCH EASIER THAN TO SHALLOW YOUR BULLSHIT!" I yelled at her, before slapping the glass as well.

"I HAVE WARNED HER, I CRIED LIKE A BITCH FOR HER TO STAY, AND YOU TELL ME IT WAS MY FAULT? HAVE YOU LOST IT? YOU IGNORE ME AND DON'T EVEN LOOK AT ME FOR YEARS, YOU DUMB BITCH?" I slammed the table and saw her flinch, her movable chair on the other side slid a bit away.

"GET YOURSELF A NEW IDENTITY WITH ALL YOUR FUCKED-UP MONEY?! EVEN A THREE-THOUSAND-YEAR-OLD MUMMY IS ON MY SIDE, BUT YOU COME HERE TO FUCK UP MY DAY?!"

Again slamming the table, I also punched the glass.