Tiffany day 3 - 2

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Picture and story credit to Sofia Ayashi.

 

Looking up from my cup, I see her standing there with her hands on her hips, and one of those stupid kind of pissed off faces that you can only laugh at, because the other option will have you drinking prison coffee for the next 5 years, and right now this girl is not worth doing time over. I'm in no mood right now, I shoot her my own "bitch don't bring your shit here" look and get up from the sofa, make my way over to where she is stood and stand right in front of her. With a grin on my face I simply say "want a cup with me?"

 

Instead of answering me, she just stares at me for a few seconds before pushing past me, knocking my shoulder hard enough for me to have to jolt my arm so I don't drop the cup. I spin round on my heals ready to tear this bitch a new asshole when I see her pouring herself a cup. It takes everything I have not to grab that pot and hit her around the head with it. She even has the gall to look me dead in the eye like she really believes she is better than me. And why? Cos she got out, and sang a few shitty songs. Before I can take a step closer to her, she's turned and heading to the sofa, sits her stuck up ass down and watches me. Like she's expecting a show or something? "Look Mira let's get something clear right now. I don't like you. And you obviously don't like me. So as soon as I'm done with my coffee and it's safe to go outside, I will be gone out of your hair...again, and we will never have to see each other...again. Got it?!" with that said I don't wait for a response, I just turn to the window and go back to watching the madness on the street below us.

 

Behind me I hear her shuffling from the sofa, hear her feet shuffling on the hard wood floor. I assume she is going back to the bedroom to get dressed. Oh how wrong was I? No she doesn't leave the room, instead she thinks it's a good idea to stand right behind me and screech right in my ear, "What the fuck do you mean again? Answer me you fucking skank". Now it is at this point, the bitch would be flying through this window, But with this being a pent house I know that stupid body of hers wouldn't break the glass. Pure anger is bubbling up inside me, I can't keep my mouth shut any longer. Slowly I lean to the side and place my cup on the table so I can't hit her with it. Before I snap my whole body towards her, my left hand comes up and grips her around the throat and pull her into me so her nose is just about touching mine. While I raise my right hand, fist already tight ready to do her some serious harm. I look her clean in her eyes, grit my teeth and growl in her face "You really don't remember me do you?!? How can you just forget who YOU are? You're not the stuck up little bitch you claim to be, you are not better than me or anyone else in this town, YOU ARE N...." Before I could finish my rant, the room is filled with the loud siren and a bright light coming from the TV turning itself on....The sound startles me and I loosen my grip of Mira's throat, "Don't ever call me a skank again, or next time there will be nothing stopping me from cutting you in places even the surgeons wont be able to save you from!" I snap at her before I push her out of my way and take a step towards the TV.

 

"THIS IS AN EMERGENCY BROADCAST......PLEASE STAND BY

 

Ladies and gentlemen, we have information of the current crisis running throughout the city. As an outbreak of incidents of mass numbers of the public being attacked by creatures of unknown origin, the creatures in question attack by biting their victims and feeding upon their flesh. Medical experts are saying if you are bitten by a one of these creatures, you are to isolate yourself at the earliest possible time. If anyone has been bitten they will show signs of infection including loss of energy, high fever, coughing, and bleeding from the eyes and nose, if anyone you know has any of these signs or has been bitten, it is imperative that they are isolated and contained as soon as possible. The CDC is being mobilized along side armed forces to help with the evacuation of the city, If you are not infected, you are advised to leave the city as soon as possible."

 

It takes a minute for the words to sink in. People really are getting sick and eating other people. I was beginning to think I had just imagined it. Now my head is back to swimming. I need to get out of here and home for mt things before I can even think about leaving the city. But how? Those streets do not look safe for me to be out on my own. It's madness down there, and I don't live close enough to be able to run the whole way home. FUCK! Why did I have to be stupid and save her and bring her back here? Fuck sake I should have gone straight home. Now I'm going to have to get her to drop me off. "FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" I shout as anger grips me once again and I turn towards her.

 

To my surprise she is already standing there with what I assume is her fully packed case and a smile on her face. "What the fuck" swirls in my head. I didn't even notice her leave the room, let alone come back into it. "I hope you have a plan to get me out of here". She says.

 

Oh I have a plan alright, get her keys and leave her to the crowds she looooooooves so much.... Ok maybe not, I'm not cruel enough to sink to her level. Giving her a half smile I answer her, "If you have a car. I have a plan to get us to my place so I can get some supplies. BUT it will require you keeping that mouth of yours shut if you want to survive the trip".

 

With a pathetic little whip of her hair she answers me, "Honey, I didn't drive myself here, I got driven here in a limo, but....get me to the parking lot, and I will get you a car, and I will not keep my mouth shut I like to talk when I'm been driven around. And on top of that, seems as I'm getting you a car, you can take this" and raises her case to me, that pout on her face has me wanting to slap it back into last year. Seriously she thinks I'm going to carry her bag? Bitch please. Though I am intrigued on how she thinks she is going to get us a car. "Look Mrs I'm better than you. I ain't your butler. You can carry your own damn bag. Unless of course you want to be the one fighting the infected off when they come for us?" I don't even wait for her to answer, I turn on my heels and start making my way to the door. "I'll get you down to the parking lot so you can do your 'thing' just stay close, I won't come back if I loose you."

 

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