There Was Still Enough Time

At Shirley's place.

" What do you think you are doing Arianna?" Shirley asked her friend, who was completely worried. One could see that Arianna was slowly changing in character.

" It isn't enough," Arianna muttered, squeezing her phone until visible cracks started to appear.

"What do you think you are doing?!" Shirley held her hands tightly, promptly snapping her out of her thoughts.

"What?" Arianna asked, confused.

"Gosh, your hands are bleeding. What do you think Mr Vincenzo will say to Martin if he finds out you injured yourself?" Shirley scolded as she searched for the first aid kit.

"It's fine," Arianna muttered then got up, abruptly.

She walked towards the exit intending to head back home. Her mind was uneases and filled with thirst for more suffering on Rex.

She doesn't have to stay here.

She needed to executive, think and execute until he is no more!

"You can't leave like this. Your hands are bleeding, come over let me dress your injuries," Shirley urged impatiently.

She look