A Month later, Central London
"GET OUT." This was the words that came out of Sam's mouth, "I said, GET. OUT." she repeated when she didn't feel anyone move. There were at least 3 people in the room with her, a nurse, a maid, and Elle Hart.
Sam's heart pounded against her ribcage, and the blood ran amock in her system. She was pissed. Very.
It started all started when Elle took the bread knife out of her hand, whilst she was trying to make her own PB&J just seconds ago. Now a plate had been thrown from her hand, breaking into pieces on the floor.
She slammed the glass in her hand against the floor huffing.
The Nurse, Maid, and Elle stood in anxiety, they had noticed the slow change in her mood, but they had not seen her this angry, especially Elle, never like this.
Sam gritted her teeth, turning towards where she knew the three was standing.
"I know I'm blind, but have you all suddenly gone deaf?" she asked them.