“You can’t. I- Oh fuck. You’re underestimating what I did. Please. If you never ever give me anything else, if you never talk to me or look at me again, just let me fix this.”
At least it doesn’t seem to have really kicked in yet. That might be because of the anger suppressing it.
Victoria shook her head slowly, then scoffed. “Good job, Amy. You just did an excellent job of taking every instance of me defending you, every instance of my giving you the benefit of a doubt, and proving me fucking wrong. You were worried about being as fucked up as your dad? Congratulations, I’m pretty goddamn sure you just surpassed the man.”
Ouch as fuck.
The sad thing is I can’t even really say she’s wrong. Marquis… we haven’t seen much from him, but from what we’ve seen, I don’t think he’d do this if he could.
With that said, Victoria was gone, flying into the distance.
Bye, sis.
Amy sank to her knees on the flooded street.
And by flying off? Victoria is implying that she no longer cares to continue talking Amy into going back.
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