Nathan - Mid-Morning of Wednesday the 28th
Seeing Lola’s tears and hearing her pitiful whimpers have aggravated me. I haven’t had to beat her this bad, but she needed it. Now huddled in the corner, she’s rocking herself.
Stupid b***h should’ve just listened and done as I told her, then none of this would’ve happened. But no, she had to go and make me angry, like she always does.
I grit my teeth and leave her there on the floor. Stomping downstairs, my heart still races as I dig out my keys. Speeding down the road in my truck, my knuckles are white because I’m gripping the wheel tightly. My right hand even aches from hitting the wall.
Why the f**k did she have to go snooping? Whatever possessed Lola to be like that and kick me out, This s**t, it’s not over. I will get her to forgive me
