Jasmine's POV:
Softly humming in the morning Sunday polishing the glazed counters giving gentle glances at her sir.
"...do you know why...we're all here?.." having a soft croak in her throat as she spoke.
Miguel: ".....No.."
"...."
"why...are you here..?"
Miguel: "...family issues..my job, my sake for the business that ran from generations. Any other questions?..."
"...so you do know why were here..."
Miguel: "...."
"so, tell me why...explain to me how this is a good thing??"
Miguel: "it's reasons...that your type won't understand..."
"...that's not true...we're just like you!"
voice getting raspy as she softly rose her position turning , facing the stun expression the young man made.
Miguel: "And do you have the rights, or permission to speak up to your adviser like that?....look...just understand that you're not the high standard... do you understand now, sweetie?"
Forming a twitching fist before huffing staring dead-on into his dark brown ones, soon placing down the rag with a sigh glaring.
"You killed many innocents...you lock them..and you play with them like animals...you see...I never tended being born... you stuck-up rats lock up my greatest friend that probably despites me! because your dumb rules got in the way of our society!!"
Miguel: chuckles "heh.. you.. killed him.. not me sweet cheeks, you think this is a fantasy where people get along? well you were wrong...mm..oh I that's right..no one taught you the term of.. "tough love"...or teaches you anything that was important.."
hisses through teeth stepping softly with a grunt staring up, scrunching her face up getting closer with a snarl.
"pffft...you never saved me..only made my days living hell always. Your kinds are the monsters!. Selfish pieces of shit!! never give only wanted more, and so you got it, hope u fucking live the day where we burn down your kingdom..and you're just like the rest..!"
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Miguel's POV:
(*she didn't...how could she say those things...?!*)
his blood boiled his face slightly whiten, giving a rough push seeing the shock in her light eyes, stepping quickly making her back up roughly into the counter edge, feeling the heated huff against his neck, leaning with a soft tone of stern.
"You..aren't the strong one here..quit acting like a hero..you're so glad I didn't release your ass right in front of everyone...you're just a disgrace... You killed somebody...funny, you seem quiet all of a sudden..hmph..just like your helpless mother.."
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The Dirty Truth.
Random"Where do we go from here?.." he'd asked, scratching the back of his neck, gazing gently with question. She'd kneeled examining the dead corpse, before swiftly taking the rifle, clicking with a load she stood with a glare. "...Not sure, but lets kic...
