"Hello?"
"...It's you again."
"You're the old lady Chance likes?"
"No, little boy. He loves me."
"Keep telling yourself that."
"Listen, you little shit -"
"SAY ANOTHER WORD AND HE'S DUMPING YOU."
"..."
"HAHA. BOW DOWN TO ME."
"...This isn't right. You're like six."
"SIX AND A HALF. THANK YOU VERY MUCH."
"...Give your brother the damn phone."
"NAW DONALD."
"HOW DO YOU KNOW MY NAME, FOOL?!"
"Chance won't stop talking about you. IT SUCKS. Mommy loves it though."
"HE TOLD YOUR MOTHER ABOUT ME?!"
"...Was I not supposed to tell you that? Oops."
"...HE DIDN'T TELL HER MY REAL NAME?! HE CALLS ME FUCKING DONALD?! I'M ABOUT TO BEAT YOUR BROTHER'S ASS."
"..."
"Or give him a new asshole. Whichever ones more painful."
"I know your name is Farah. Donald is better."
"Psst. Farah's better."
"Naw. Your name sucks."
"What's your name?"
"Charlie."
"Well, Charlie, just wait until I meet your mother. Then I'll see you. And you'll see me. That will be the last day you live."
"CHANCE TOLD ME WORSE. BUT LOOK, CHARLIE STILL LIVES."
"...How about we beat up your brother? I'm sure it'll be fun to beat up that sarcastic butt face."
"Butt face? I figured you'll say a-"
"I'm being age appropriate Mr.I-am-six-and-a-half."
"You're more fun when you're cursing and crazy. I like you."
"Awh. My little heart."
"You're the first...and I said I'll hate every girl Chance liked. You surely proved me wrong."
"Because I'm Farah. People love me."
"Psst. Yeah. Did Chance tell you that he was leaving early? His flight is in like...three hours."
"..."
"...Um. Hello?"
"You tell me that now?"
"I thought you knew...?"
"NO. I DID NOT."
"...Well, you still have time -"
"OH, I KNOW I DO. I'm going and I'm killing your brother."
"Yay! We'll finally meet! And okay. I'll join in."
"...Just for you, I'll make myself presentable."
"So...you'll look like a monster for Chance?"
"Of course. Doesn't everyone?"
"...I will grow to love you."
"Likewise, Charlie. Now tell me where your brother will be."
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Anger Management
Short Story❝Good morning. This is Target, how can I help you?❞ ❝Why do I have the sudden urge to kill my family?❞ ❝...Woah...well...shit. Ma'am, I think you dialed the wrong number.❞ ❝No. I dialed correctly. Are you any help?❞ ❝...No sé qué decir a esta chica...
