Page 219 of The Broken Aztec Princesses

“Cinderella’s dead now, casket

You thought the shoe fit, but I

I forgot I was a bad bitch”

By the time the song was over, Bells was swinging everywhere, letting out all the rage and bad memories on the room that held them. I was still swinging, but it was mostly for show. I knew how good this would be for Bells, and I wanted her to get it all out.

After the first song was over, Chris kept the music blaring.

Look What You Made Me Do by Taylor Swift was next, followed by Pretty Distraction by SkyDxddy. Bells and I were both belting out the lyrics as we destroyed the room. The nextsong brought us to a halt, surprised by the Spanish lyrics that came out of the speaker.

“Rata inmunda (Filthy Rat)

Animal rastrero (Creeping Animal)

Escoria de la vida (Scum of life)

Adefesio mal hecho” (Badly made eyesore)”

Bells giggled, and I looked at Chris, who shrugged with a small blush on his face.

“Mom plays it when she’s mad at Dad,” he explained.

I threw my head back and laughed, then joined Bells when she started screaming out the chorus.

“Alimaña (Vermin)

Culebra ponzoñosa (Venomous snake)

Deshecho de la vida (waste of life)

Te odio y te desprecio (I hate you and I despise you

Rata de dos patas! (Two legged Rat!)

Te estoy hablando a ti! (I’m talking to you!)”

I hadn’t heard Bells singing so loudly before, and I could feel the catharsis running through her as she did.

‘I hope you never sing this about me, Little Warrior, though you do have a nice singing voice,’Chris mind-linked me, making me grin and wink at him.

Bells was sweating, but smiling by the time the alpha room was mostly rubble. She looked around at her handy work with a grin, and then back at Chris.

“The alpha office next,” she giggled, making Chris chuckle.

“Sounds good to me, but give me those. I’ll carry them down.”

He extended his hands for the sledgehammers. Bells rolled her eyes but complied, knowing how overprotective Chris had been since we found out both of us were pregnant. I loved him the more for it, especially since he was extending the same overprotection to Bells.

We walked down to the alpha office, and Chris handed Bells the sledgehammer. I stood to the side. This room was too small for two people swinging.

Bells grinned when Chris turned the music back on and Taylor Swift’s The Man started blasting from his phone. With the battle cry of a wronged woman, she swung the sledgehammer at the cabinets by the wall.

‘You’re good at picking the right songs. Maybe you can be a DJ on the weekends.’

‘I’m only available for weddings and special occasions,’Chris deadpanned, making me giggle.

“Luna office next!” Bells yelled out excitedly when she was done with the room. She was smiling and giggling now, giddy and wanting to destroy everything that caused her bad memories.

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