‘ OMG, I DONT EVEN WORK HERE. THIS WOLF WILL BE KILLED, HOPEFULLY PAINFULLY AND SLOWLY.’ Jessica kicked Mitts again, this time digging the heel into her stomach. Mitts ran to the corner of the room, her side starting to bleed."Fine. You should ask your father to fire you, though. It'd be for your own good, Jessica." Thomas said. "And you might want to go to the doctor if you drink anymore of that tea,"