Bad Liar
I begin to see red.
"What the fuck do you want?" I snarl, stepping closer to him.
He walks to me and plucks my phone right from my hand.
"Hey!" I roar angrily, reaching for it, but am too late as he pegs it to the ground, smashing the screen of my iPhone. I glare down at it, furious. I don't have enough money to buy a new one.
"Revenge," he smiles. "Karma is a bitch, Miles."
"Don't touch her," I threaten through gritted teeth, feeling my body shake with rage.