The Dog.

Chapter 4.

- You should talk with me. - I say and watch as Senatra takes anothes sip of the orange juice.

- I hate you. - she answers angrily. I hate that she hates me and I hate it.

- That's all you know what to do... - I keep staring at her. The ginger mess in my basement.  - I don't understand why you all have to dramatise. Your dad will take you out of here soon, like what's the problem? You don't hate him for sure about his decidion, but when it comes to me - I'm the bitch.

Did I just made an excuse for her to become more kindly to me? This fact makes me hate Senatra and kill all the tenderness and whatever it is about her. What makes me even more pissed off, she isn't even thinking to answer. I'm not so cold blooded at all. But it looks like I have no choice in my life.

- Good excuse. What do you expect from me now? - she's calm as an ocean.

Keep calm, keep calm cos you can't, you're a lust of anger, Ingrid.

- Eat your potatoes.

She doesn't even flinch.

- It surprises me that you haven't ran away. Guess it just proves how stupid you are.

- Your tongue is a bit long, isn't it? - my smile is full of disgust.

- My dad will kill you.

Oh, now it is a well known fact.

- You know better. - Senatra finally touches food.

- You know it, so why do you stay?

Why the fuck this girl keeps pushing this themat? I want to leave so badly, slam the door and go smoke, but I gotta stay strong. I can't let some teenage girl piss me off this badly. Or can I?

- And why do you care?? - I admit, I am weak, I am weak, even she can affect me. How did I signed for this life, how am I still alive if I'm so fucking emotional??

Beer, cigarettes, dark helps me to hide it.

- You don't want me to die? - I tease her, perfectly knowing she wouldn't give a single fuck.

- Actually, I don't care.

Oh, she doesn't care. Noone cares.

- But if it will happen, I wont be sad.

I could hit her. I can do anything to her, I can make her memories a hell because now she is in my bacement and I can do whatever I want. I can even kill her - noone will know until Set will be back. Is that the case? Does Senatra thinks I'm up to kill her? She's taking her death as a fact just as mine.

- I wont let him kill me. - I answer, looking at Senatra.

Senatra laughs softly.

- Ofcourse you wont. But honey, noone will ask for your peremission.

That little bitch.