"I can't stop halfway," she muttered, unrolling the mat with a sigh. "I’ll restart. Stretching can’t kill me, right?"
Flipping the laptop open, she was met with the frozen, overly cheerful grin of the instructor. Kitty stared at the screen for a long, tense moment before letting out a bitter laugh that quickly turned to a snarl.
"Fuck! Even she has silicone tits. Of course she does! Fuck all of you fake-ass bitches!"
Frustration boiling over, she knelt down, gesturing for the cats to come closer. Ginger padded in cautiously, tilting his head like he somehow sensed her unraveling. She scooped him into her lap, burying her fingers in his soft fur as if his warmth could absorb the sharp edges of her emotions.
"At least you don’t laugh at me," she whispered, pressing her face into his neck. His deep purr vibrated against her chest, soothing in a way nothing else could be.
But even with Ginger’s quiet comfort, she couldn’t silence the voice in her head—the one echoing Derek’s cruel words.
He wasn’t wrong, it hissed. You are a joke.
And maybe that hurt worst of all.
Todd Hill
2024-12-02 03:12:39 +0000 UTC