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Too late

Quinn's POV

I slammed my room door hard as I got in. My whole body shook from the anger I was feeling.

I paced while I tried to convince myself he wasn't worth getting mad. The more I tried the angrier I got.

Who the fuck does he think he is?!

Pain crept up my arm paralyzing me for a moment. In my anger, I had shoved his chair on the floor completely forgetting my hand was in a bad state.

"Fuck." I winced through the pain.

It was nothing compared to my anger. To the thick lump at the back of my throat. It was nothing compared to my rage!

I had to get back at him. He had to pay. I had to make him suffer. But how?

I relaxed a little and settled down to think of the ways I could get back at him. Everything I could think about was just too minor for what he deserved.

My mind worked overtime until it became clear to me there was one way I could get him that would hurt him bad. It was pure evil and I hated myself for even considering it but there was no other way. I had to go with it.

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