CHAPTER 30 Maggie
Genevieve's POV
Mrs Dane was always so prim and proper and always acted with class and poise, she never raised her voice during an argument or even when she said harsh things to me subtly. But today I'm seeing a whole other different side to her.
She obviously threw away her class and decorum, She screamed madness, white hot rage. Directed at me. If looks could kill I'd probably be dead.
"Pamela, that's enough! Now let's go!" Mr Dane's commanding voice vibrated through the station.
Mrs Dane throws me a look laced with venom and pure hate before she storms out of the station.
"Good night Genevieve."
"Good night sir." I replied as Mr Dane left the station.
I released a breath I didn't know that I was holding and slumped back on the seat and put my head in my bloodied hands crying, my shoulders shook with my sorrowful tears.
The cop offers me a handkerchief. I raised my head and accepted it.
"Thank you." I said, wiping my eyes and tear stained face.