“What the hell is wrong with you all!?” Laura screamed, her hand going to her head, and she was shoved so hard she fell on the floor.
“What is wrong? Wrong?? You can say that from your mouth? George was my man! He promised me marriage, so what is all this!?”
Laura scuffled to her feet, not feeling an ounce of emotion for the beautiful lady before her, “and you're so dumb you fell for it. Really? George Moretti promising anyone marriage? Nah. He breaks toys, and tosses them when he's done. Do you think he meant it?”
“What?” Sylvia bounded to Laura, who stood defiantly, looking her in the eye, as Sylvia sealed the distance between us. “What nasty thing were you saying?”
“I envy you. You're beautiful, not broken yet, and you have the chance to run from him as far as you can,” Laura spat,
