“How much did it cost your daddy?” I spat unable to hide my hatred.
“Less than expected.” The fucker had the nerve to grin.
“One day, you’re going to get what’s coming to you.” I prayed for that with every inch of my being.
“Doubtful. Money fixes everything. Something a broke-ass loser like you wouldn’t know.” Gavin laughed as he strode off, entering the apartment building, going to buy his drugs so he could party.
The unfairness of it burned. It made my anger boil. It led to me returning to my car, sitting in it and watching the Porsche in the visitor parking area. When the fucktard drove off, I trailed him, even as I didn’t know what it would accomplish. If I rammed his car, I’d wreck mine, probably get arrested, and lose my license, while he’d just buy a new one.
Gavin parked in a paid lot and jaywalked across the street to a club, something posh enough to have a lineup of people dressed to the nines. No surprise, the fucktard got waved through.
I couldn’t have said how long I sat parked outside the club, keeping an eye on the Porsche, wishing I had a crowbar. In the movies, someone wronged would have been smashing all the windows and scratching up the paint. Alas, not only did I not have anything sturdy enough to break stuff, but there were too many witnesses.
So, why did I sit in my cold car—which I couldn’t afford to run continuously because of the price of gas. What did I hope to accomplish? I didn’t know other than it beat being depressed at home.
Hours passed and my muscles cramped but my patience paid off. Around two in the morning, Gavin emerged, one arm looped around a young woman wearing a skirt so short she left nothing to the imagination. They staggered across the street to his car.
Without thought or plan, I spilled out of my car and pointed. “You don’t want to go home with this douchebag,” I shouted. “He’s a murderer.”
The young woman glanced at me and her rouged mouth pursed. “What?”
“Don’t listen to that old bag. She doesn’t know what she’s talking about,” Gavin scoffed.
“He murdered my cat,” I stated.
“I did you a favor. The thing was old and decrepit.”
“And you made sure his final hours were painful,” I cried. Fluffykins had made it to twenty years of age and should have had a peaceful passing in my arms when the time came.
The young woman extricated herself from Gavin’s grip. “I think I should leave.”
“Don’t go, baby,” he called out.
“Run and don’t look back,” was my advice, leading to Gavin glaring at me.
“Jesus Christ. What’s your fucking problem?”
“You,” I spat.
“You’re fucking nuts. Just get another cat.”
“So you can kill it, too?” My voice broke.
“God, you’re pathetic.” He turned his back on me and opened his car door.
After all he’d done, he dared to ignore me.
Had the nerve to Insult me.
Planned to drive off and pretend he wasn’t the world’s biggest douchebag.
No. I wasn’t done venting yet. I stood in front of his Porsche, blocking his path.
“Get the fuck out of my way.” He yelled sticking his head out the window.
“No.”
“Let me guess, you want an apology,” he mocked.
