“You cruel, crazy bitch! You convinced Dale to bring my dog back to your house just to kill him. Give him back. Give me back my dog!” She pulled my hair in frustration.
The flame inside me churned and flared. I gritted my teeth and lowered my head, clenched my fist and slammed it hard against her wrist, forcing her hand to slip away.
Then with the back of my hand, I slapped hard towards her face. I was so angry the dog hadn't died by my hand. I had been patient enough to tolerate her affair with my husband, how dare she question me? Who did she think she was?
The fire inside me surged and blazed. I gritted my teeth and lowered my head, clenched my fist and struck her wrist hard, forcing her hand to release. Seeing me fight back, no one around dared to stop me. I slapped her again in the face like a maniac.
“If you love your pet so much, why don't you just die and join him in the underworld?” I snarl at her.
Eileen was skinny and she was weak from lack of exercise. After I slapped her, she staggered backward and stumbled. She fell on the ground, staring at me wide-eyed, while holding her red face.