Chapter 20: Vanessa
(Dropping The Bomb)
“George.” My mouth turned Sahara desert dry.
“Running away, Vanessa?” George was leaning against the wall in front of my bedroom.
“Get lost, George. It's none of your business.” I snapped while trying to lock the door.
“Cranky already? What's got your panties in a twist, grandma?”
“f**k you, you pig!” I spat.
“Been there, done that. Nothing exciting about that act with you, Vanessa.” He insulted me. Again.
“You're disgusting. Go to hell.”
George looked around the lonely hallway and I didn't have enough time to wonder what he was doing before I was violently slammed against the wall with George in my face.
“Let go of me!” I struggled against George.
“You think because you decorate happy people's dream events while being a cranky old
