Olivia's desperation spiked as she stamped her foot, yelling, "How am I supposed to afford $3,000?!"
I slammed the fork down on the table, folding my arms with an icy smirk. "How is that my problem? You always said you were lonely and needed me here. But the minute I moved in, I ended up paying for everything while you freeloaded. I'm done being your cash cow."
Her face cycled through shades of red and white, her lips trembling as tears brimmed but didn't fall, her gaze fearful.
I might have felt pity for her once.
But now, looking at that greasy, acne-ridden face, I felt my stomach turn.
She still didn't get it, her tiny eyes squeezing out a few tears, her voice cracking as she begged me not to leave.
I picked up my bags and walked out the door.
"Megan, if you leave, I'm done with you!"
I laughed coldly, stepping faster.
That's exactly what I'm hoping for!
She pushed me to the brink last time; now, I'm severing ties for good!
