I hated being restless, that's why I strived to do everything that would keep the emotion far away from me. It had been working for quite some time now, but I guess it was only a matter of time before whatever luck I had would wear out.
What I didn't know,was that my luck was going to run out very soon, and all it took was Cynthia's visit to confirm it all.
Shit.
I hadn't been this ruffled up in ages. This wasn't the first time Cynthia was threatening me. We grew up together, and in a household where she believed that she had to have the best things or anything I had. I knew Cynthia was all talk and no action, but this time, it felt different.
Was it the way her eyes narrowed into slits when she spoke, or the grave tone that encompassed her each and every word? Maybe it just had to
