Chapter 10
Ithrew my phone across the room slamming it into the wall.
“Fucking bitch!” I screamed.
“Clark? Honey? Are you okay?” Laura’s voice came from the kitchen.
“I’m fine. Mind your damn business and finish cooking,” I snapped.
Silence followed and I smiled. God, it was nice to be obeyed. I did miss Rebecca’s fire and fight sometimes though. I had been unable to break her in our time together. I relished her fighting me, her tears.
Those fucking pictures Lawrence had sent me. Talking to a cop?! Exchanging phones to trade numbers?! Who the fuck did she think she was? She was entirely too comfortable. It was time to escalate things again. I walked over, picking up my shattered phone. At least the texting still worked.
Send.
“Is dinner even done yet?!” I snapped, storming into the kitchen to pick another fight.