Tracey glared at Heidi. She wasn't going to lump all her problems on Tracey, she couldn't abide that. "If you did some of the same, maybe you wouldn't be in this position," she commented angrily. "You had friends and people you trusted to help you. I didn't have anything and you don't see me in the gutter!"
Her eyes moved to the smashed bottle. Though it hadn't come near her, it had still scared her. "It looked like you were going to." Tracey couldn't blame her if she did punch her. She'd punched Sara after all and Tracey had done far more to deserve it.
"Bollocks," Tracey hissed. "What did you do? Who wrote you that note? Was it…some other slag that you went off to meet?"