"Fvck you to the core!" I shouted and forcefully grabbed her amber hair.
It feels very satisfying, clutching those strands all around my hands, pulling them by my strength, exerting all my frustrations and hatred. Her cigar fell on the ground. She started screaming while struggling to avoid my attacks but it was too late, i'm not planning on letting go of her hair without ruining the whole of it.
"Oh damn! Stop it, woman!"
I felt Atticus' arms snaking around my waist, trying to pull me away from the lady but i'm too determined to hurt her, too invested to make her feel the glowing rage in me.
"You're the only elder who doesn't deserve any bits of respect in the world. Always remember that, biatch!" I pulled her hair more.
"Argh! Let me go! You're gonna... you're so gonna regret this
