Chapter 4: Screw This Place, I’m Gone
Slinging the bag over my shoulder, I stormed toward the front door.
Of course, he was there standing right at the entrance like he’d been waiting for this moment.
"So you’re really leaving, huh?" he said, almost amused.
"Damn right," I said, meeting his eyes dead-on. "I’m finally getting the hell out of your shitty house."
"Rey, you really outdid yourself this time too," I added, throwing his old words right back in his face.
He chuckled.
"Using my own words against me. Classic," he sneered.
Then his expression darkened
He wasn’t going to break me.
"I’m giving you forty-eight hours," he said. "You’ll come crawling back.. No money,no cushy lifestyle. You can’t survive without my money, without the life I gave you."
My jaw tightened.