CHAPTER TWENTY- FOUR
I was staring daggers at Bernard, not caring that Malcom had already punched the hell out of him and was all bloody. All I wanted was to go and beat the hell out of him too. Why would he take pleasure in destroying my already messed up life?
“You really have got some nerve Bernard!” I screamed as I approached them.
Malcom looked up in surprise as he stepped away from Bernard.
“Sophie?” He muttered in surprised.
“Don’t try to stop me Malcom,” I muttered as I grabbed a steel fork from a passing tray of food.
“I’m not going to,”
“Good,”
Taking advantage of Bernard’s astounded state and mixed with my undeniable rage, I jabbed the fork into his thigh and never in my life had I ever thought I would do something like that.
“Beg for d**k, rea
