Juliet throws a fit

Jansen sighed, "what have I done?" He attempted thumping Juliet's door, he still had more to say to her he swerved from the door approaching his car.

Juliet sat quietly on the floor, she crossed her arms on her chest whimpering. "No, this can't be happening." She screamed, "Jansen is a jerk." She clenched her fists.

It was 8:09 in the frosty night. Mia was lying in a Queen-sized-bed in the guestroom. She tossed like the waves of an ocean having a bad dream. A crystal image of Jansen and Juliet hugging and Jansen caressing Juliet's arms was appearing in her mind. Their voices was so audible it was banging in her ears it was almost as if they are presently in the room and she jolted awake sighing.

Mia sat up and she patted her chest tears formed in her eyes and a tight frown settled on her face, "why do I still see you guys? You traitors. You two have no right to make my sleep uncomfortable. You two are the ones who should be uncomfortable for what I'm gonna do." She grasped her blanket