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I inwardly praised myself for my acting skills as I laughed at her words, while in reality I just wanted to slap her.
No thanks to you, I thought to myself. I quickly pocketed my new toy before nodding and agreeing with her.
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I faked a grateful smile before exiting the office. Ignoring Sampson's questions, I stepped into the bathroom and effectively locked the door behind myself, making sure that I wouldn't have to deal with anyone's nonsense for at least fifteen minutes.
I sighed as I stared at my reflection in the mirror, eyeing the dark bruises that scattered over my pale skin. Chief Carter wasn't kidding; I did look like shit. Worse, even.
I gasped as a wave of nostalgia and sadness swept me off my feet, leaving me cowered on the tiled floor of the shower while freezing water pelted down onto my weak form.
my mother spoke, > Her response was soft, telling me that my words had struck a nerve in her. I felt the guilt pool in the pit of my stomach, but I couldn't find it in myself to apologize.
> My words were sharp and angry, but they were full of my unexpressed torture. I needed some sort of explanation from her. Why, how could she just expect me to understand her at all?
She turned to face me, and instantly my eyes drifted to the bruises that decorated her skin.
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I hope I never do, I remember thinking to myself. I hope I don't turn out like this.
I snapped back to reality at the sound of someone knocking on the door. Tears were flooding down my cheeks, but my face was expressionless.
I had to do this.
Chief Carter had everything she needed, and know the last part of it was for me to finally get my revenge.
I pulled my small toy out of the pocket of my battered shorts, holding it tightly in my hand as I slipped another object into my back pocket. After cleaning my face, I sighed and gave up, seeing that this was as good as it was going to get.
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I flung open the door when I was finished, glaring angrily at Sampson, who had his fist poised, ready to come down on the door again.
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I felt my body move forward, ready to walk through the doorway and declare myself as the one and only stupid idiot who would go against the most powerful gang in London.
Well, the former, most powerful gang in London.
> Chief Carter hissed, making me stop in my tracks.
Sebastian sneered, his eyes glinting with hatred. >
My voice rang out, hard and steady.
> I said, malice leaking into my words, >
I took slow, deliberate steps towards Sebastian, maintaining eye contact the whole way.
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I felt the rush of adrenaline shoot through my being, and my hand acted on its own. The sound of the slap echoed throughout the room, and those in it could only watch on with absolute shock.
A red mark was blossoming on Sebastian's cheek, and I watched dully as he worked his jaw around, trying to ease the pain.
> I snarled, my eyes glinting as anger poured out of me. > I felt my fists clench and unclench.
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