Drew's parents were the ones to come forth with the marriage proposal. It was more like a business merger contract, but it wasn't too bad. I had heard about Drew, and he knew about me. I didn't mind being held by him, and I suppose I could imagine a...
I found such pleasure in kicking that woman straight on her face with my shiny black polished boot. I barely felt the officers restraining me, the taste of the aftermath was so sweet.
That one kick on her face brought forth everything inside me, but damn did it put a balm on me.
And all that came out of her mouth was a curse, and a worthless statement, still hunched on the ground.
"Sala!"
It had been a curse in her language, brought about by the pain, I understood that much.
I remember the pinching of her expression, and the sudden clearing of her expression, and that mad cackling with the statement.
"Still in love with that filth, are you? Drew? Still in love with my boy?"
And I had pushed away the officer restraining me, the pleasure I had just felt out of marking her face with my boot doused with ice-cold water.
"Shut up."
And I had kicked her again, and would have done it another time if the officer wouldn't have restrained me, and pulled me out of the cell.
I admit I was a little reckless today, but Poppy, every hit, every kick calmed an age old rage, a pain so deep...
Somewhat filling a deep dark empty hole inside of me.
But some 'filth' NEVER CHANGE.
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