CORA PHILLIPS
All I see is red. The second her palm connects with my cheek, red hot pain registers in my head, and it is not from the slap. It is a consequence of the slap. I knew who I was, i called disasters where ever I went, trouble followed me, so I knew not to respond to her taunting. If only she knew when to stop, she didn't, and now she and i would have to deal with the consequences of her poor actions.
My fingers curl around the hand of the fork that was on the table. Seriously who keeps forks on tables in a place that served just tacos. Blood dripped off the tines of the fork that I just used to claw at her face few seconds ago.
"Ahhhhhhh!!" She screamed with wide eyes.
People rushed towards us. I knew they were going to send me out, so I just pick up my bag and leave.
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