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me. Apparently, grimacing malevolently while holding the severed head of your enemy is not the way to make friends. Who knew?
I’ve never been offered a gift before. “Thank you,” I say, emotion clogging my airway. “I’ll treasure it always.” I hold the diminutive piece of “chocolate” to my chest, over my heart. I know I will die for this gift. No one will take what’s mine, not even Jack.
Note to self: don’t ever, not ever, trust a man. Instead, cut up their bodies and bathe in their blood.
Listen up ladies and gentlemen. Don’t ever, not ever, allow a guy or girl to treat you like Vin did me. You’re not trash, and the minute someone starts treating you like it, carve out his heart and eat it. This concludes my public service announcement. Suck dicks. Don’t be one.
Vin places his hands on my shoulders to steady me. “You okay? I saw—” Before he can finish whatever he’s going to say, I lift my leg and knee him in the balls. Motherfucker shouldn't have messed with a monster.
I perch myself on the edge of the teacher's desk and kick my legs. I sing a song I used to listen to a lot. Something about hitting a baby. Or maybe it’s the baby hitting me? One more time.
“Next time I’m woken up by a hot assassin in the middle of the fucking night,” Cynthia begins, her voice coming from the opposite corner of her body. “You need to be a good friend and help me find my fucking tits.”
Fuck. Is it too late to pretend I don’t speak English?
