Chapter 11 Old Friends

• Paisley tried to get out of her hold, but Tatiana was stronger than she imagined. She felt a taste. Salty. Urine! She struggled more, only to have Tatiana push her head further.
• Tatiana pulled out her head, her grip on Paisley's hair still hard and firm, like she was going to pull it out of her scalp.
• "Let me give you a warning, bitch. The next time you cross paths with me, mind the way you use your words. Talk shit about my boy again, and I swear you'll experience a fate crueler than death," Tatiana warned, her tone icy. She dipped Paisley's head briefly into the toilet again before releasing her.