"What do you want to talk about?" I ask while pulling to the floor."And please don't try to persuade me into thinking them fools worth my time."
"Oh, I wouldn't do that, Brea," Abigail reassures while pulling a brown suede bag from beneath the collar of her dress.
While brushing the new silky black curls away from my shoulder, I stare towards the grey curtains on the glass balcony doors. My lip quivers in anger, the more I feel confined to the room. I glance over my shoulder, and Abigail is staring at me. She seems so relaxed and has the friendliest smile. Her inanimate ways only piss me off more.
A growl slips from the back of my throat as I warn, "Good because the more I think you are bullshitting me, the quicker I will leave. Are we clear?"
Abigail gently grasps her hands together
