Kylie
“None of your goddamn business!” I yell into his face. “Leave me alone, you f*****g stalker! It is over. Over! Do you understand that? You were a mistake from the start, now let me get on with my life, or I swear—”
“What?” He laughs. “You’ll do what? Stab me with your little comb?”
I smirk then, refusing to be intimidated by this asshole. “Yes, and then I’ll toss your ass out of here. Leave me alone.”
He watches me, clearly debating my words. His shoulders slump as he scrubs at his face. “I just wanted to talk—”
“So you show up at my work? Drunk, nonetheless, and break my property?” I look at my mirror.“Good going, now get the f**k out.”
Sighing loudly, he backs away. “I’m sorry, Kylie, please—just think about what I said?” he implores almost hopefully.
“Are you kidding me?”
