Chapter 3; Pretty Little Psycho.

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It was all hitting Angel like a bus. The blood, the hammer, the anger. She's never felt burning hate for someone ever, but he was special. Angel looked down at her blood-soaked bandage on her arm. She had just cut herself pretty badly.


"I know you're confused and scared...." Ava said softly in her ear. "I'm not answering any of your god damn questions. I did it? So what? He got you hurt, end of story." Angel snapped. "Don't you test me, Lester. I know you, and you know me. You moved back to LA over guilt." Ava said, standing in front of Angel.


"I killed him because he hurt you, you ungrateful bastard!" Angel yelled. "So you admit!" "I admitted to you years ago!" "Doesn't matter!" Angel got up from her chair. "Where do you think you're going little missy?!" Ava yelled. "I'm a Sick Bitch, so I'm gonna show you crazy." Angel said walking to her room.


"What do you mean?!" Ava ran after her. Before he could get in, she slammed the door in his face. "I mean I was your Little Psycho before you took him under your wig!" Angel yelled, throwing knives at the wall.


"Fine." Ava huffed and left.

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⏰ Last updated: Jun 07, 2015 ⏰

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