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having to hear her whiny
voice again, but I did make sure I watched her like a hawk while she prepared
my scrumptious coffee sans any foreign liquid.
    I stepped out on
the sidewalk, sipping my coffee and minding my own business when a toddler
walked right into me. The little boy was so busy running from his mother, he
didn’t see me step outside. His chocolate ice cream made direct contact with my
knee before sliding down my pant leg and landing on my very expensive boot — my
favorite pair at that. Anger coursed through my veins and my hands clenched
into fists. “Ahh!” I screamed, causing the little brat to cry. “My boots!
You’re little shit just ruined my six hundred dollar pair of boots!” The cool,
late summer air now sizzled around my body.
    “Excuse me?” The
frumpy mother with bags under her eyes and a ragged ol’ navy blue sweat suit
approached me as she rubbed her son’s head to soothe him. Her lips curled inward
into a thin line, and a crease formed between her eyes. “That is a two year old
you’re cussing at,” she spat out through clenched teeth.
    I narrowed my eyes
at her to let her know she didn’t intimidate me. “You heard me, white trash. If
you’re going to become a mother, then you need to learn how to keep your boy on
a harness. I’m not a parent and even I know they make dog leashes for kids.” Again,
another reason why The Purge is such a phenomenal idea.
    The little snot
producing boy continued crying and it became nails on a chalkboard to my ears.
“Can you shut him up already? It’s not like I hit him or anything.” Although,
I would love to throat punch his mother right now.
    She stepped into
my personal space and I was able to see the defined wrinkles gathered around
her eyes and mouth. Yep, a sure sign of a smoker. Her voice dropped low
intending for only me to hear her, she pointed her finger in my face and said,
“Let me tell you something you snobby-ass bitch. If you so much talk about my
child in a negative way one more time, this white trash will beat the shit out
of you so fast you’ll be too crippled to ever worry about another dollar sign.”
    I took a step
closer to her. “If you’re going to throw threats my way, I hope like hell
you’re ready to back that shit up because I’m ready to start swinging, you
piece of shit.” My voice stayed calm, but my eyes were ready to slice her open.
    We stood there
glaring at each, neither one of us ready to back down for several seconds,
maybe minutes before her little boy started crying ‘Mama, Mama.’ She then
looked away and gave him her full attention. “Shh, it’s alright sweetheart.
This mean lady wasn’t going to hurt you. C’mon, I’ll buy you another ice
cream,” she said, taking his hand and heading back toward the direction they’d
came from. As she walked down the sidewalk, she turned back to cast one more
evil glare at me. I rolled my eyes, showing my disinterest, and continued
watching them until they walked back into the Frozen Treatz shop.
    As I crossed the
street, that same eerie feeling washed over me again. This was becoming
ridiculous. I was never the one to be afraid of anything. Ever. Now this? The nightmares?
Was I losing my evil touch? Was I being punished for my bitchy ways? Was karma
paying me a visit for all the wrong doings in my life? If so, then she just met
her match because I wasn’t going down without a fight.
    With a quick push
of a button, my car door unlocked and I jumped in as quickly as possible. My
heart jumped erratically in my chest, and the feeling was foreign to me. Get
a grip on yourself. There’s nothing to be scared of. You’re just freaking
yourself out because of that nightmare.
    A little voice
played on repeat in my head — maybe it wasn’t just a dream.

Chapter 3
     
    The
rest of my day remained calm other than Victoria calling me an hour later after
we’d departed saying she wasn’t coming over. Her rich, old boyfriend was coming
home after being on a