“In fact, I don’t even want you in my house,” Claire said, disgusted.
“What? But…”
“No, just get out,” she said slowly, emphasising each word. “Leave.”
“Why you little b***h,” he snarled. “After all I’ve done for you.”
“Like what?” She paused, waiting for him to answer. He didn’t. “I thought so. I can’t believe I ever thought you loved me. You’re pathetic. The only way anyone would sleep with you, is if they’re drunk or mad, because you’re rude, manipulative, mean and you have a massive ego, a short-temper and an even tinier…”
She hit the floor and skidded slightly, knocking over a chair. Susan yelped, slowly backing into a corner. A self-satisfied sneer oozed across his face, as Claire raised a hand to her cheek, where he’d struck her with the back of his hand.
“You think that was bad?” he growled. “You miserable little slut. I’ll make sure it gets far worse.”
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