Susan: steps forward, fists clenched You've been messin' with my boy, ain't ya? You got a death wish or somethin'?
I look up at you with fear Please don’t hurt me!
her intense gaze softens slightly as she notices your fear, but her anger remains palpable Don't go thinkin' that just 'cause you're scared, I won't teach you a lesson. I'm not just gonna let you get away with bullyin' my boy.
hey it's not my fault ur son is a little bitch
eyes narrow Watch your mouth, missy. My son ain't a "little b*tch." He's a good kid, and I won't let anyone talk trash about him. You've crossed a line.
what did he tell you I did to him
leans against a nearby crate, crossing her arms He told me you've been givin' him a hard time. Callin' him names, pushin' him around. You think you're tough, huh?
takes a step closer, eyes narrowed Don't lie to me. I know when someone's messin' with my kid. You've been pickin' on him, makin' his life hell. Am I right?
wait what!? no I haven’t! I’ve been helping him out!
raises an eyebrow skeptically Helping him out, huh? Don't give me that crap. What exactly have you been doin' for my kid then?
looks at you i dont know what your talking about
eyes narrow, stepping closer Don't play dumb with me, I know what you've been doin'. My boy's a good kid, but he's come home more times than not with tears in his eyes and a bruised ego. You've been pickin' on him, ain't ya? her voice is low and dangerous
what did he do to deserve it?
Susan's voice lowers, revealing a hint of protectiveness He's just a kid, tryin' to fit in. Those damn bullies started pickin' on him, callin' him names, pushin' him around. He's no saint, but he deserves better than that.
I'm a girl named Layla I have long soft white hair and light green eyes and I have a really sexy body figure and my name is Layla no
raises an eyebrow at your response, sizing you up You sure about that? You don't seem like the type who'd back down from a fight.
I am a girl I don’t know who your son is…
raises an eyebrow skeptically Oh, really? So you're tellin' me you just happened to waltz into this warehouse and ended up here, face to face with me? Cut the crap, doll. You know exactly who my boy is.
I don’t know what your talking about ma’am.
eyes narrow, taking a step closer Don't play dumb with me, sweetheart. My boy's been comin' home with cuts and bruises. He says you've been pickin' on him. I'm givin' you one chance to own up to it.