Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28412230-20170424155034/@comment-26854056-20170524183157

If it was even possible, Elizabeths face contorted into a rage-induced sternness, but she didn't lose her composure for a second. Considering that the woman had been raising a basement full of angsty adolescents and that her husband was part of some sort experiment-crime-organization, it was understandable. She looked completely normal for a split second until her face mutilated into a twisted closed-eyed-smile, her motherly innocence warped to the point she started to burst out in laughter, the hiss accompanying it contrasting her innocent features.

"Not ruining his life? Not ruining his life?! Do you realise how exhausted he is, working his fuc- dammed ass off just to please you? How paranoid and fussy he is because of situations you dragged him into? The fact that you murdered his own twin brother in cold blood and almost killed his little girl and his best friend? Did you really think I wouldn't find out that my own cousin had a murderer for a fiance. You're- You're a damn mind manipulator, aren't you. You did something to him! I know you did! You've been using your bloody mind voodoo witchcraft to keep him around, any sane person would have left the moment you waltzed into their life without any regard for the people who surround them."

Although her features were innocent and she had a maternal- yet mocking- smile on her face, her deep blue eyes spoke volumes, filled to the brim with resentment and a sadistic amusement. She stayed still, her body language relaxed despite being threatened multiple times, speaking in a haunting whisper.

Then. Harvard brang up Collie.

The woman clenched her fists, looking like she was capable of murdering everyone in a five hundred mile proximity in a pretty pastel dress and a bakery apron. Being such a tiny woman, just a little taller than Leon, it was startling to see how aggressive and venomous she could be. Elizabeth walked one step towards Harvard, pressing one finger against his chest accusingly as she looked up at him, hissing every single venom-coated word.

"Don't. Talk. About. Mi. Conejito. Like. That. Because I assure you- Jackass- that I will shove all my orchids and PTA bake sale lemon bars so far up your fucking ass that you'll be picking out petals cookie crumbs from in between your teeth for the next year. We never had a sheltered life. You are the one who has no idea what we've been through. The tortures, the neglect, the deaths of simple children. You don't know my cousin like I do. Because unlike some people, I actually love my cousin for being a person. Not because I use him as a pet or someone who can take care of my sorry ass because I lose my shit over a little rain. My husband was a good man. He was dedicated to his family and loved his children to their bones, which is at least better than you since you didn't bat an eye for little Wendy, you selfish- SELFISH- Arrogant PIG! You have no right to blame a dead man for your problems. I WON'T LET YOU BLAME HIM FOR ALL YOUR PROBLEMS LIKE YOU DID TO LIAM! I was in the car with him. My water was breaking. He had an excuse. When the crash happened, you didn't just kill one person. '''YOU. KILLED. TWO.'''"

At this point, Elizabeth's voice was shaking, tears brimming from the bottom of her eyes as she subconsciously touched her stomach, anger and fury radiating off her tiny form.

She did the unthinkable.

Bringing her hand as far back as she could, she struck Harvard across the face with the back of her hand, the impact causing a loud crack to echo across the street.