Only His Love | book one

Chapter 41: Frazzled

I drove to Mandy's and knock on the front door. Incoherently, Mandy slams the door open and gives me the look of death.

"Hey whore, what do you want?"

I look at her in disbelief, but go on with it.

"Ohh, absolutely nothing bitch, how are you on this fine day?"

She swings at me and barely misses.

"Fine day? What do you mean fine day? I haven't slept at all today!"

Mandy has bags under her eyes but manages to look good after an all-nighter.

I put a bag over her head as she tries to fight me off and I throw her in the front seat of the car.

"Mandy, we need to have coffee. I'm doing this for your own good."

"I DON'T LIKE LEAVING MY HOUSE BITCH, YOU KNOW THIS!" She squirmed in the seat as she took off the bag.

"See, Mandy? You still look good!"

"DON'T SPARE MY FEEINGS! MY EYEBROWS AREN'T ON!"

"Oh please! It's fine! Come as you are!"

Mandy slams her head on the dashboard and screams, "if I ain't getting dick, it's not worth it!"

I recoiled in my seat and brushed off the dashboard.

"Don't don't that, it's valore. We're going to Garace's place."

"Who the fuck is Grace? Stop the car."

I stop the car and look at her. She opens the door and walks towards that rear of the car.

"What are you doing", I shouted at her.

"OPEN THE TRUNK!"

"Why?!"

I exit the car and argue with her.

"Put me in the trunk."

"Why would I do that?"

"I DON'T LIKE PEOPLE."

I grimace and rub my face in annoyance and open the car door.

"Either you sit in the back or get ran over."

"RUN ME OVER, BITCH. I DON'T WANT TO LIVE ANYWAY."

I shoved her in the trunk as she's screaming bloody hell and sped off to pick up Grace.

As we arrive to Grace's house, I knock on the door and she's quick to enter the vehicle. Once we head out, we both hear coughing.

"GODDAMN, YOUR TRUNK SMELLS LIKE GASOLINE!"

Grace turns to me as I nervously laugh.

We head to the café and Grace exits the car as fast as she can to open the trunk. She opens the trunk to find my best friend rolling out onto the concrete.

"Y/N, WHAT THE HELL, YOU FUCKING WHORE! YOU DRIVE LIKE TRUMP ON METH FOR THIRTY YEARS."

Grace looks at me in alert as I nervously scratch my head.

"Ahahaha, so this is my best friend."

"YEAH, THIS CUNT IS MY KIDNAPPER!"

I smack her forehead as she kicks me in the stomach.