Zoya
“He broke up with you?!” My mother exclaims while she brushes my blonde, long hair in front of the mirror in my room. It's her attempt at calming me, but nothing can quench the fire burning within me.
Scott had a hoe inside his apartment, and he picked her side over mine, something which I won’t allow. I don’t know how, but I have to win him back, probably through manipulation of some kind. I’m not underneath blackmailing.
That man is MINE. Our life was practically perfect before this human skank came into existence. Ugh, I still can’t believe Scott is housing a human. It's like being best friends with a freaking pizza!
“He did break up with me, but I’m going to win him back,” there is determination in my voice and hatred in my voice. “I won’t let Scott leave me. He is mine, and
