unbridled [completed]

twenty five: a m a l g a m a t i o n .

"you fiend! how could you? i knew you were jealous of me but sending threats, lolita?" what was she talking about?

i wipe away the tears, my forehead scrunching in an a m a l g a m a  t i o n of shock and confusion. the veins on her neck become prominent from the pressure. she is clasped within the holds of rage and the anger radiates off her.

the others seem to understand because they nod in agreement. 

a pinch of red paints sheila's cheeks and she clenches her jaw. as much as i want to, i cannot bring myself to look at her. eye contact in this kind of a situation is way out of my league. i scrunch my toes in nervousness.

did all of them think that i had written the threat?