pacing back and forth around the fence of the graveyard, hands shoved deep into the pockets of his rain jacket. checking his phone repeatedly, despite not messaging back pippa, he wanted*
⠀⠀ message to: Max Hastings.
💬: I’m on my way.
💬: This better not be some stupid prank.
pippa grabbed her phone and keys and left the house. if it were any other situation she’d
“ my——————my *mother. ” voice cracking, and he wasn’t sure if he wanted her pity or if he wanted her to regret her decisions. “ fucking hates me now, you ungrateful bitch*
⠀⠀ no matter how much she wanted to walk away———pip stood her ground, unblinking. “𝐲𝐨𝐮 ruined it yourself. you h͟u͟r͟t͟ those girls.” she didn’t waver, his tears only angered her more.
you should’ve kept your stupid little mouth shut like a good girl. ” leaning into her, teeth bared, snarling slightly, attempting to intimidate her. “ you’ll fucking pay for what*