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Ch. 84: First aid kit

We were slowly stepping closer until we were face to face in the middle of the living room, screaming at each other's faces like roaring lionesses.

"You don't get it, you stupid bitch! After you came along, Michael stopped talking to me. It was like I wasn't even there, and..."

"Maybe it was because there wasn't anything there to begin with?" I cut in, and I could see the rage flare in her eyes. If she did have any weapon, she would most definitely pull it up by now. But there was none. Just insulting words and empty threats.

"You don't even know what you're talking about!" she whined, and her voice sounded so shrill and loud that it hurt my ears.

"Maybe not. But I know for sure that you don't belong here. Get out!"

I pointed at the door, but was met by an even angrier glare from her. She challenged me. She challenged me, and I wasn't even scared anymore. I was just so unbelievably angry at this woman, who now looked like she was about to punch me.

But I beat her to it. Literally.

I hit Veronica. I hit her right in the face and it felt so...

"FUCK, THAT HURT!" I yelled in pain. I swear it felt like my fist broke. But the way Veronica cried like a dying pig made it all worth it.

"You hit me! You fucking whore!" she screamed and held her nose. Blood was already dripping from her hand and chin, but she was too furious at me to bother wiping it away. Instead we circled each other and tried to commit verbalized homicide, until she jumped at me and wrapped her arm around my throat.

"Get off me, bitch!" I yelled, and drove my elbow hard into her stomach, which caused her to groan when she lost her breath. And while she was staggering around a bit, visibly dizzy, I punched her a second time.

"Fuck!" I cried out again, probably just as loud as Veronica who fell backwards and crashed her shoulder into the coffee table. She tried to get up, but I grabbed her by the hair and shoved her to the ground.

"Stop hitting me!" Veronica whimpered and tried to dodge my next hit. But I was on top of her now, and all my pent up anger and frustration came out at once, possessing my arms to beat the crap out of the woman who had caused me so much anxiety. But not anymore!

"I would if you did what I fucking told you to, and leave!" I hissed through my teeth, breathing in staccato between the punches. Until I felt two arms wrap around my waist and pull me away.

"Mia! Stop! She's had enough!"

"No!" I protested and tried to wiggle out of this person's grip, until I realized who it was. It was Michael. And to say he was shocked was a very mild understatement.

"Bill!" he yelled, calling for assistance, but he kept holding me tightly and at a safe distance from a sobbing Veronica.

"She punched me! She punched my nose!"

"And I should have choked you as well, because your voice..."

"Mia! It's enough!" Michael cut in, before I could verbalize any more of my anger. And while he escorted me to the kitchen, Bill and Ole-Knut took care of Veronica.

"They better throw that bitch into jail!" I yelled after them, and the last thing I saw of her was a blood smeared face, sticky, tangled hair, a busted lip and eyes that were swollen, confused and bloodshot.

"Oh, they'll have her locked up for sure," Michael mumbled under his breath. Then he added: "For her own safety."

He placed me on a chair and ran to get the first aid kit, while I was left to myself for a moment long enough to realize what I just did.