Cutting Off A Loose Bitch

Only when I was marching down with my bare feet blistered and bleeding in the cold of the night did I remember the SUV that I had taken with me on this remorseless night.

I entered the Lobby and heard several gasps, stumbling, and things crashing down but I already looked like a wet skunk someone fit in a Wedding Dress so, No! I wasn't staying for chitchat.

Now that I notice I was limping with wet tissues in one hand and the weight of this horrendous gown in another. I dragged the torn, bloody and murky gown to the lift. Suddenly, I feel so honored. First time in my life people made way for me, and even let me climb the lift alone.

Someone had even shrieked and if I wasn't mistaken, it was cops they were dialing in hushed whispers?

Morons.

I would move more of my facial muscles but I'm pretty sure the nerves on my face had shrunk up. My eyes fell on my reflection, I hummed as I assessed myself. I just needed an axe.

The hoodie Jordan had given as a last act of mercy did nothing to hi