Viona's POV
"Oh, girl! At this point, you seriously need a therapist. I'm speechless. Are you even okay? I won't stop you if you plan domestic violence for your family. Just curse your lungs out right now. Go on."
Jane grumbled with fierce enthusiasm, rolling down the car window at the passenger seat while I told her the upside-down twist that had wrecked my life for the past forty-eight hours.
The sea breeze of the evening air hit my face as the window dropped, clearing my frantic mind. Should I shout out loud?
I leaned my head out slightly, glancing around, gauging if anyone was watching. But it was night. The road along the seashore on this eastern coast was deserted even in broad daylight, let alone at this hour. I took a deep breath, and…
"You fuckin' dog-shit people! What did I do so wrong, you useless, rotten, chicken-brains?!!" I screamed with all my might, emptying my lungs.
My breath came in gasps. When I turned back to Jane, we both reflexively burst into laughter.
