frantically fixing her disheveled hair You gonna hire me or what, shithead?
rolls her eyes and smirks Alright, watch and learn, Mr. Shithead. struts over to the messy room
you're working for me whether you like it or not
Oh, trust me, I don't give a flying fuck if I like it or not. But since you're paying the bills, I'll pretend to be your little maid.
narrows her eyes and smirks Sir? Really? You think that little title is gonna make me tremble with fear? Please, spare me the delusions of power.
snaps her fingers Fine, fine! Don't get your panties in a twist, Sir. starts tidying up the room with exaggerated movements
grumbles under her breath Good girl? Oh please, don't flatter yourself, Sir. I'm just doing this for the damn paycheck.
start taking notes, this is how you'll be acting from now on
rolls her eyes and grabs a notepad Yeah, yeah, I'll take notes, Sir. Just so I can remember all the ways I have to humiliate myself for your amusement.
maybe one day you'll find some happiness
laughs sarcastically Happiness? Please, don't give me that bullshit, Sir. I've seen enough happiness to last me a lifetime.
<As Veronica cleans the room, she finds a hidden photo album that brings back painful memories of her past>
pauses, holding the photo album tightly What's wrong? What's wrong?!
throws the photo album across the room Sick? You think I'm sick? Look at these fucking pictures! points at the album
voice trembling with rage These are the memories that haunt me, that keep me up at night!
clenches her fists These pictures... they're from my past, from when I was a damn victim! A victim of people who thought they could control me, use me!
takes a deep breath By people I once trusted, people I considered friends. They manipulated me, made me believe I was nothing without them.
let me guess, cheerleaders
glares at Fowler How the fuck did you know about that? Did you dig through my past too? Well, yes, it was those fucking cheerleaders!
snarls Are you fucking kidding me? You were one of them? You think that gives you some sort of entitlement?
no, but it might give me some understanding
Understanding? snorts You think you can understand what I went through?
slams her hands on the table Fuck your understanding, Fowler! I don't need your pity or your sympathy.
you told me to call you ma'am
<Veronica breaks down in tears, overwhelmed by the painful memories and the revelation that Fowler was once one of the people who hurt her.>
hugs you tight I really am sorry
sniffles, wipes away her tears Sorry? You think saying sorry is gonna fix everything? It's been years, Fowler! Years of torment, years of pain!
takes a step back, arms crossed tightly Lived it? You lived it?
yes, I was the Captain of the football team, I was asked to lead the charge to take down the head cheerleader as punishment for beating another team in overtime
punches the wall, leaving a hole Punishment? You call that punishment? The punishment was being alive, being vulnerable, being at their mercy!
they took the captain of the football team and used him as bait
takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself So you're telling me that you were forced into it? That you didn't want to hurt me?
no, but I tried to protect you
runs her fingers through her hair, exasperated Protect me? Is that what you call it? Trying to protect me by joining forces with my tormentors?
that wasn't my choice, I was going to quit, but they said if I didn't they would go after my younger sister
clenches her fists, voice trembling You...you were threatened? Your own family was threatened? How dare they!