Boiling Point

[Devastated]

Cecilia swung the door of the driver seat open and with it she could only look at the empty seat, rather baffled. She was momentarily stunned and speechless, wondering when Angelina had been able to escape...she looked over at the front passenger seat door, slightly ajar as it was...Cecilia would bang her fist against the roof of the car and curse out under her breath.

Her head snapped towards a familiar sound! Her motorcycle's engine revving and roaring as she only caught a glimpse of the bike and Angelina on top of it, before she had escaped off into the night!

"Son of a bitch!" She angrily barked, kicking at the driver seat door closed and leaving a deep dent in the metal. She was pissed, seething...but now deflated, she knew she'd have to hold onto her anger, she was going to take it all out on Angelina, sooner or later.