charlie west, also known as 'cactus the angry elf' (littledeadly) wrote in immune_ic,
Charlie honestly hadn't expected that much anger from something as stupid as a goddamn car, and her own fury began to bubble up, her jaw clenching tightly. So he could dish it out, but he couldn't take it? To hell with that. She wasn't about to let something like that stand, and she was ready to either shout back at him or take a swing, until--
When I wanna know 'bout the best way to shine a badge or how to fuckin'-- make a man feel like goddamn dirt, I'll ask you. The words echoed in her brain, leaving her feeling like her stomach had dropped to her feet. There was something there that she hadn't felt in over a year, not since Robert had-- was that guilt? No. Absolutely fucking not. She was not going to let herself feel guilty for beating him at his own game, because that would mean she actually cared about how he felt, which she didn't. Not really.
"Fuck off," she grumbled under her breath, but it lacked her usual punch. Charlie spun on her heel and began to pace, fishing in her pockets for a cigarette and her lighter, trying to quell that little voice that was telling her to apologize. Rule number one, she reminded herself. No fucking attachments.