Freya (II)

I stepped away from the cop and stormed towards Cora instead. She was being pulled back to sit in the back of a paramedic van, a plump woman in scrubs gently speaking to her. My eyes narrowed. Was she fucking hurt?

She looked up at me as I stepped in front of them, blocking the late afternoon sun with my body, my shadow falling over them. Relief washed over her features, but then a small frown appeared. “What did you intend to do to Freya? I know you hate her and honestly, I dislike her very much too, but I have never seen you act out like that before.”

To be honest, I had no control over the rage that pushed me towards Freya, it was like a sudden high pumped up my boiling blood to overdrive and I just saw… red. But I do not regret a fucking thing.

“She deserves every fucking consequence that comes with messing with me,” I said in a deadly tone.

Cora sighed. “The police will take care of- ah!” She gasped, jerking in pain as the paramedic paused with whatever she had bee