She lit her cigarette, took quick puffs and let herself fall on the sofa while streams of anger kept rolling down her eyes.

A pool of blood lay in the middle of the room.

A loud chortle reverberated in the room as she replayed the video footage of him trying to force upon a struggling actress.

Cutting off her chortle, she roared, โ€˜The bastard deserved itโ€™, as she viewed the image of his boyfriend for one last time.


This post is written for Half Marathon Blogging Challenge for Blogchatter for Day 1.