Thirty eight: Tension

"Kath, I can explain." She turned around the couch, hurried to me, blinking like a moron. 

"H-How can you…" I still couldn't believe what I had heard. Or, was she kind of playing a prank on me? "How can you do this?! You're nuts?!" My voice covered the entire room. 

She quivered, only moving unstably. "S-See, it's not what you think. I was only—"

"Only what?!" I hit my hand hard across her face. She tripped backwards, held her cheek, gasped. "What's your problem? Why would you want to take Roy as well? Are you that much of a harlot?"

After a while of being silent, she turned back to me, gave me a hard frown. Obviously, she wasn't sorry. The frown on her filthy eyebrows was enough proof. 

"First, you call me a harlot? And now, you hit me? Bitch, who gives you that right?" She uttered. Her voice always held that creepy dramatic tone, but right now, the e