Samantha
I want to claw Liam’s eyes out. f**k that! I’m going to have his goddamn balls for supper. How dare he talk to me like that? What am I? Five years? Who does he think he is to address me like that?
Pacing the room up and down in exasperation, I bit my fingernails in anger. What exactly is my offense? I decided to help a little girl and this is what I get. Do I get treated like a little girl?!
The doorknob rattled and I halted. Am I surprised that he’s at the other end of the door trying to get in? No. That’s typical Liam. He says an angry word and then comes back to apologize. Why say those words when you’ll have to come back and apologize?
The doorknob rattled again. “Samantha, open the door let’s talk about this.” I stubbornly remained rooted in the same spot. “I’m sorry Sama
