Shelley shoves the table hard, bruising her hands and hardly feeling it.
"You did that to yourself!" she shouts. "You chose to serve something like that, and then you thought you had the right to hurt everyone else, and laugh, and I hope you burn in hell, you bastard!"
Her chair is knocked to the ground as she stumbles from the room, shuddering with sobs of rage, scrambling up the stairs as her stomach starts to heave.
No, no. What is she doing? What has she brought here? Please, God, help.
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Date: 2006-12-03 03:10 am (UTC)"You did that to yourself!" she shouts. "You chose to serve something like that, and then you thought you had the right to hurt everyone else, and laugh, and I hope you burn in hell, you bastard!"
Her chair is knocked to the ground as she stumbles from the room, shuddering with sobs of rage, scrambling up the stairs as her stomach starts to heave.
No, no. What is she doing? What has she brought here? Please, God, help.
It burns.