He leaned back in his seat, lowering his head for a second in one fluent motion, before looking into my eyes.
"Alright." Languidly and so damn casually that I felt insulted by him not taking it seriously.
"WHO WANTS TO FUCK YOUR UGLY FAT SISSYMOLE ASS? I HATE YOU, I'LL KILL YOU!" I couldn't suppress it, slamming the speaker against the glass and punching it when it wasn't enough.
"FIRST DEGREE MURDER WITHOUT THE POSSIBILITY OF PAROLE? ARE YOU KIDDING ME, YOU MOTHERFUCKER?!" I was only short on bashing my own head against the glass to show how fucking seriously pissed off I was.
The guards soon hurried to me and slammed me upper-body-down on the ledge on which the bulletproof glass sat. They cuffed me again, this time behind my back.
I just started to scream randomly, and the next time I was pulled up, I saw Henry standing and pressing his hands against the glass, looking at me intensely. He also seemed to press the speaker tightly against his ear.
