Her jaw clenched as he spoke, her grip on the vase getting tighter, those large brown eyes narrowing as she stared at him, shaking her head in disbelief. "'What the hell is going on'? 'What the hell is going on?! You actually need me to fucking tell you?!" She ran her fingers through her hair with her free hand, surprised by the fact that the glass in her other hand hadn't already shattered because she was holding onto it so tightly. "I want you to think long and hard about this question before you say anything, but you better answer me...where the fuck were you last night?" She swallowed roughly, her free hand now fidgeting at her side.
Damn it, she couldn't even remember the last time she had felt like this. She wanted to scream, and she wanted to punch a wall or punch him, and she just...she was overwhelmed. She was hurting, and it was all because of him.
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