“What were you doing in there? Been screaming your name for minutes, hun!” I hear that b***h’s voice as I finish cleaning myself up with the Soviets.
Hun? Since when? And what is that annoying cheeselike tone? Trying to play some lovey-dovey games to fool her f*****g guests? I reckon she is even clinging to my Liam’s arm or fixing the nothingness on his tee just to show off. b***h!
“Uuuu! Spare us, will you?"
Spare us?
From what?
Silence!
There is no voice from that witch, and these parrots of hers are just cheering; only the devil knows what. I detest those shrieking sounds! They are making my ears itch! I fix my hair and walk out feeling so raw and content, and...
And dumbstruck!
The heartbreaking visual perception of Liam and Mitch embracing together and their lips pressed so in
