12. Just maybe Joey was right

To say I wanted to kill Joey would be an understatement. Because I wanted to strangle him, cut him into pieces and then throw him somewhere where nobody could find him.

"What? Why are you looking at me like that?"

I glared at him, "Why would you ask me to wish you good luck?"

"Yeah, the last time I checked you were the best cook." He rolled his eyes.

I took deep breaths… calm down Amelia. You won't do anything like what you are thinking, right? You won't take the spoon, force him to open his mouth and shove it down his throat, right?

Wrong.

I will if he doesn't shove that thing in his mouth in the next minute!

Joey was staring at me horrified.

"What?" I snapped.

"Don't what me!” He shrieked, “What do you expect from a person who just got a threat!"

Did I say it out loud? Uh-oh.

"Just eat the damn thing already."

He gulped. Great. I just mad