C52 to be stress free

I was going at least 50 over the speed limit but it was still not fast enough for my taste.

I needed Becky. I needed her right now.

The rage inside me was something out of this world.

All I could think about was that woman and her audacity to even utter the words mother.

She was never my mother.

Not in any other meaning than she gave birth to me.

And in my book that is not a true mother