Passionate Hate
I wasn’t sure why, I had always been so respectful and nice towards the elderly but Maria Cawthorn rubbed me the wrong way.
Ever since I came here, she had found ways to try to bend me to her will. The condescending glares, the snapping remarks but she seemed to forget that I wasn’t Julian and I’m not bound by any rules to endure her.
“I’ll make sure you’re gone you two faced gold digger!” Her daughter snapped, pointing at me.
‘You guys don’t think I can’t snap back, do you?’ I thought as I slapped my hand onto the table, standing up to face them