Harley
Blinking, a room comes into view, beside me a box of sand with a fork looking tool. My head feels heavy and foggy, the cries of Farrah echoing in my head.
“Farrah?" My head snaps forward and I see June. My f*****g target sitting right in front of me.
My heart skips a beat and my nails dig into my palm with a sudden rage.
“I mean, there are no hard feelings. If anything, I should be thanking you for keeping Michael out of my hair." She giggles and I see what's going on here. She's confronting Farrah for her crush on the professor.
I stand, slowly walking to her. “Stop playing your games. Your husband is an asshole who thinks he can take advantage of young women. That there are no consequences to sticking his d**k wherever he wants because he's not getting ass at home. He's a m
