Freya

I couldn’t stop cussing under my breath since morning.

“Arghhh!”

Why is everyone so damn bent on turning my life into a living hell? First it was that insufferable, overbearing, dick-measuring contest of a boss. Then my so-called “family” with their disgusting little request. And now Dylan, popping up like a bad rash with his stupid roses and even stupider apologies.

Why can’t they all just get the fuck out of my life?

“Nnnghhhh!”

I stomped my heels against the pavement multiple times in pure frustration, the sharp clicks echoing my rage. I looked around and noticed people starting to stare at me like I’d lost my mind. Great....