ELLA’S POV
I stormed downstairs and found Marilyn and Jack in the living room watching TV when I stood in front of them so they couldn’t see the screen.
“Where is it?” I demanded.
“Where’s what?” Marilyn asked. Fake innocence plastered across her face.
“Where’s my money?” I demanded.
“Oh that? Yeah, I needed booze.” Jack said casually.
“You spent my savings on alcohol?” I asked.
“Well, yeah. It’s not cheap stuff.” He said, trying to look around me to see the TV.
I stood there staring at them as they were acting so nonchalantly about spending my savings. The money that I worked my ass off for, just to get the hell out of here and away from them which is what they wanted, and they didn’t even care. I felt myself getting angrier and angrier just looking at them.
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