"You're disgusting, you're really disgusting," Gabrielle jeered, glaring at Kenton, "Everything about you makes my skin crawl. You turn my stomach."
"Are you done with your tantrum," Kenton questioned, grinning at her.
She took a step back, feeling glass shards crunch underneath her feet.
She looked down, seeing the mirror pieces scattered across the floor.
"You know you've really got to stop throwing these tantrums as if they're going to change anything. It's only going to make things harder for you as time goes on. Why do you want to keep forcing my hand? I really just want you to have the things you want in life," Kenton ranted, walking towards her, "I really don't get you sometimes but I'm trying to be understanding because of your situation and everything you've been through but still, you have got to stop carrying on like this. It's not good for your help."
