Ruby
“That f*****g bitch.” I slammed the freezer shut and collapsed down on the couch, fuming.
The threadbare sofa covered by a grubby, cream throw groaned underneath me. One Friday night off in two months, and all I wanted was my cookie dough ice cream and some trashy reality TV. But oh no. My roommate decided she needed the ice cream more than I.
I crumpled the note she had left me in my fist. Apparently, she did not get the part she wanted, and she had taken my ice cream as an emergency and would replace it. She would never replace it. The worst thing was she’d have binged the lot and then thrown it up. I daren’t go into the bathroom because I’ll see the remnants of my precious frozen salvation floating in the shitpan.
I don’t buy luxuries very often and certainly not of the food va
