"That backstabbing bitch!" Regina's voice pierced the air, rising to a scream higher than a kettle that broke all essence of tranquility.

From your place on the mattress, you observed with furrowed brows, a knot of concern tightening in your chest upon the disorderly surroundings. What used to be Regina's cozy room was now a battleground of thrown belongings hurled against the wall in a fit of blazing fury. All done by your infuriated girlfriend whose strength had turned into Hulk's raw power.

She paced around, each stomp reverberating through the room with a force fitting the rising rage in her slender frame. Soon, she stopped, but her tantrum doesn't—rightfully so.

Her hands trembled with unrestrained emotion, grasping for something—anything—to quench the fire burning within her. It was as if she longed to tear out clumps of her hair, to strangle Cady's very neck for the betrayal. Instead, she fumbled into her jacket pocket, retrieving the Kalteen bar.

A gift from the devil himself.

The half-eaten snack, imprinted with the marks of her pristine teeth, served as a bitter reminder of her misplaced trust. Cady promised this monstrosity would aid her in losing weight and accentuate more of her curves. But that little prick amounted to only be a damn liar.

"This... damn thing!" With a primal scream of frustration, she hurled the half-eaten bar to the ground, unleashing her wrath upon it like a madman.

"Fuck!" She groaned, before exhaustion overtakes her, leading her trembling legs clothed in sweatpants to collapse on your lap.

No longer fueled by anger that crinkled her face, her voice cracked, parting way for another emotion. "I trusted her."

Vulnerability.

"God, I trusted her," she whispered, her arms wrapping around you desperately.

And then, the question she feared most hung in the air, "I'm not getting too heavy for you, am I?"