Fiona’s POV.
I never thought the day would come where I would attack my closest friend.
But today, blinded by an irrational haze of rage and frustration I throw myself on Amelia, tears stream down my eyes and I’m cursing at her and telling her to get out as I tug at her hair.
She knew.
She knew and she didn’t f*****g tell me.
Maybe I was overreacting… after all, she wasn’t the one I was angry at, she didn’t deserve to bear the full force of my anger like that. And yet, I tugged at her hair and let out restrained sobs as she just lay there and took all of that.
“I’m so sorry Fiona, I thought they had told you. It wasn’t in my place to say,” she tries to explain once more.
I hear what she says, I understand what she says, but I need someone to be angry at, I need another way to sort
