"He was supposed to be mine," Brianna hissed back, sounding delusional.
"Girl, what have you been inhaling? Do you even hear yourself?" I huffed, before I leaned down and angled myself so I could be able to show her the mark on my neck, "I don't see you wearing this, hun. You can't claim the goods without receipt. Who's mentally unstable now?"
"You shouldn't have come here," Brianna began to struggle again, as if she doesn't care if she accidentally dies with her movements, "You're nothing but a walking complication!"
"Now, you're the one who attacked me out of the blue, and I'm the complication?" I raised a brow, then I moved so my legs could strangle her tighter, "Today, I won't be the cause of death for anyone but you, hun."
And with those last words, I reached out to grab her neck
