Son Of A B!tch

MONIQUE

"Gina!" I yelled, darting across the hallway and not giving a care who or who didn't see me in the state that I was in.

"Gina, bitch. Where the fuck are you?"

Before I knew it, I was racing down the staircase like an idiot was chasing after me with a knife.

Certain experiences in life lead us into doing things we didn't know we were capable of and right now, I was sprinting as though I wanted nothing but the gold medal.

How I'd gotten to the worker's wing, I had not the little bit of interpretation, but fuck it. All that mattered was that I had gotten to safety even though without a doubt, I resembled a mad woman.

"Bitch, open the fucking door!" My hand hit the first door that came to view. It might not have been Gina's since I'd never bothered to ask how where she stayed looked like and I was finally paying for it. Who knew what'd happen in a few seconds from now? Probably, a nearly naked man might open the door and after what I'd just experienced, I was far from willing