I want to go home

The mark was a hickey, a deep red one, and it looks like whoever left it there had too much fun playing with that part of her neck.

Willow saw red as a picture of Marshall's head buried in Rumi's neck the way it had been in between her legs appeared in her head, and she felt like grabbing Rumi's head and bashing it against the wall until the wall turned bloody red.

It was only a little more push she could take before she finally lost it and had someone killed, and that person might just be Rumi who has been pushing her buttons since they first met.

Willow pushed herself away from where she was leaning against the toilet sink and marched over to Rumi. She grabbed her strongly by the elbow and began to drag her out of the bathroom.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Rumi spluttered in rage as she struggled to be free from Willow's hold, but it only tightened, “Leave me the fuck alone!”

“You better leave here, Rumi, because I swear to the moon goddess, I might just end up killing you and fl