PABLO
It is the middle of the night, but here I am sitting outside my bedroom balcony as I smoke my cigarette. I hardly ever smoke, but I feel stressed, and I need to relax and think. How the hell did that i***t get up from that wheelchair and be able to flaunt around like the fire was not barbequing him? He deserved to die in that fire, but I am glad he survived it be he would have escaped the pain and the suffering I want to cause him before he dies. I heard he had a face surgery done… mmh, I cannot wait to ruin it, but first, I need to think of a clever way to make him pay for the pain Violet endured because of him.
The sliding door opens and Violeta walks out before she closes the door. I press the cigarette against the ashtray, putting it off. Violeta gets to me and asks:
“What
