FENRYS' POV
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She kicked me out of my own f*****g bedroom. My bedroom-- and I was chased out like a damn rapid dog, so I did the only thing that I could and left breakfast at the door and knocked to let her know before heading out to go see Janice.
Arriving at her front door, it's already creaked open, the lights that are usually burning turned off, the house complete and utterly quiet. "Janice?" I call, striding right in, and a rippling growl comes from my right, from the living area. "Shut the f**k up," Janice's voice is low and soft and very on edge.
Carefully, I step into the living room on silent feet, finding Janice sitting on the couch, cucumbers over her eyes, her head resting on the back rest, wearing the same robe as last night, her toe nails blood red with polish. "What's
