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A lump build in her throat as anger bubbles. Her eyes narrow so does her brow. Her orbs become darker as he irked her. Rolling her coffee Jew, she clenched her jaw. It was none of his business. And then had the audacity to mock her.
Words barely formed at the tip of her tongue. Fury seemed to be the only thing on her mind. Her ill mannered mood could easily be seen on her face. Her teeth grounded together as she stayed as silent as she can.
Her temper have yet to top the hat, but it was close. A very thin layer of ice he was dancing on. But it didn't matter, she was a child. She was supposed to let him do this. He could be disrespectful all he could she could do nothing. As helpless as she felt she tried to ignore the indignation slowly burning.
Her chest weight heavy. As it finally caught up to her.
She cried. She couldn't anymore. Her eyes leaked with tears. She was tried, but most importantly done.
All she needed was her family. Her real family.
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The Broken Truth
Randombro·ken ˈbrōkən/ verb past participle of break. adjective 1. Having given up all hope; despairing. "He died a broken man." Synonyms: smashed, shattered, fragmented, crushed, etc. {NOT EDITED} [COVER BY @ NFictionism] " I don't care anymore. Nothi...
