Heyyy guys!!!!! This is Beatrice's point of view! That picture is how I imagine Beatrice to look like Hope you enjoy!
I am mad!
I am angry!
I am pissed off!
I am furious!
I am enraged!
I am murderous!
I am every other stupid ass fucking word that means fucking angry!
I want his blood and I'll drink it like it's the best fucking lemonade I've ever had!
That bastard will pay!
I won't kill him! That'll be too easy! No, no, no, no, he has to suffer like I AM GOING TO SUFFER!
Patience is hard, it just might be easier to order his death! It wouldn't be hard. I'm rich, nothing is impossible!
No no no! That's no way to raise my baby! I can't go around having her kill people she didn't like, then again, no one has to know!
No! I will end him slowly!
Destroy him painfully!
It will be fun!
I'LL HAVE SO MUCH FUCKING FUN THAT DESTROYING PEOPLE'S LIVES WILL BE A SPORT!
I scream as I empty the barrel at the shooting range Eliza took me to earlier.
I put the gun down and take deep breaths.
No one fucks me over like this and gets away unharmed!
I don't know why these motherfucking guys think they can keep fucking with crazy bitches and get away with it!
What Ryan didn't take into account is if I just happen to go by his house and bust all his damn windows in his house, or even set it on fire, yes I would go that far, or destroy that fucking car he's been trying to make, and go to jail for it, I'll be out in seconds!
I'm rich I can do whatever the fuck I want! Fuck everything and everybody!
Breathing is becoming hard. I take deeper breaths.
Hell no! I better not have a fucking asthma attack! I haven't had one in years!
A hand grabs my shoulder.
Who the fuck is TOUCHING me?!
I met Jacob's serious gaze.
Shit! I forgot he worked here.
"It's time to talk." He informs.
I grunt and cross my arms over my very impressive chest. Fucking bastard, yeah I told him in ten minutes I'd tell him why I was upset, but he was supposed to forget.
He grabs my wrist and pulls me outside.
I snatch away from him furious. "Don't fucking yank me!! I'm not one of your whores!"
He glares at me with murderous rage.
A black Jeeps pulls up and it honks its horn.
I already know who it is and this bitch will get punched.
Jacob's girlfriend and the mother of his child comes out of the Jeep. This bitch was so much in a rush to get next to him, she parked illegally.
Look, I can't really talk, but this is a fucking shooting range and I don't wanna piss none of these motherfuckers off because I didn't park right.
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Ficção AdolescenteHi, I'm Eliza. Looking back I probably should have left him alone. We went to school together all our lives, but I doubt he knew who I was. First red flag. Of course I knew him. The entire school knew him. Second red flag. He was hiding something. S...
