Synopsis

“Take that, bitch!” I yell as I slam this bitch’s head into the wall. The ensuing crowd winces as I proceed to slap her. I’m doing her parents a favor and taking a load off their hands. I’m surprised this bitch isn’t pregnant by now. To be such a slut, it’d have to start during the transition from adolescence to adulthood. Looks like she’s learned nothing and decided to sleep with my man, all I’m doing is giving her a taste of her own medicine: the physical version. Blood runs down her nose. I don’t stop whacking her in the head. Her perfect hair is now a mess of loose strings and disheveled tresses. Nameless faces try to get a hold of me. I knock them away. It isn’t until I’m tackled by a guy that I get a sense of where I’m at and who I am. “Hayden, calm down!” he tells me. I can finally breathe the hot anger through my nose and exhale the frustration. It’s silent—my professionally dressed coworkers watch me with cautious eyes. Or is it fear?