Jasper
When we got home, Kaylie threw her bag on the couch angrily and cursed loudly. “That b***h! How I f*****g hate her!” She screamed angrily, pushing the decorative vase that was in the corner of the room with such force that the vase broke on the floor, but that didn't seem to be enough to release all the fury she was feeling.
“Are you going to destroy the f*****g house now? And how will this help?” I asked her, finding her behavior pimply.
“At least it will make my anger lessen,” she said, still upset. “And shut up, Jasper. You shouldn’t say anything here, okay?” She clicked her tongue in frustration.
“But what did I do? Are you going to be mad at me now too?” I shrugged. She and I had just returned from the Weiss Corporation, where we had the unpleasant revelation that Emma, my
