CAROLINE
I was f*****g going to kill him, and I even knew how.
The scene was perfectly clear in my head: it wasn't going to be a quick, merciful death, but a slow, horrible, torturous one. I saw myself, covered in blood, and him, lying on the ground, begging for his life, the reflection of my knife shining in his dread-filled eyes.
He was going to pay for this.
“No way!” Genna squealed, covering her mouth with her jeweled hands in a way-too-fake show of astonishment. Her two cousins, Dumb and Dumber (she was Dumbest, of course), imitated her, with even worse results. I tried my best to put up a good act and look both embarrassed and happy, even though, internally, I was screaming and cursing like a sailor.
What the hell did this stupid-ass guy have in mind? Had he completely f*****g
