Kay.
Bitch burned me.
If this is the price I have to pay to be with Carl, I find it so expensive.
Yesterday, a Russian almost killed me, and the bruises he left on my cheeks aren't even healed yet, and today I get burnt marks on my chest.
All because I am with Carlos.
What about tomorrow, the day after, and more to come?
I shake my head, staring at the dead body with loathing, and turn around to walk away. I think there is no breakfast for me today.
"Baby, wait..." Carl runs after me, but his dad stops him.
"Let her go, son, she's upset right now," he tells him calmly, and I don't hear his steps behind me anymore.
Damn, right I am. I am so upset that I can set the whole house on fire.
I open the bedroom door and toss the gun on the bed before heading straight to the bathroom.
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