75: THE SOUND OF FEAR

ARIEL'S POV "Who said the two of you could carry out this nonsense in my kitchen?" Mariam snapped at my mom, and I. "Your kitchen?" I raised an eyebrow. "You barely even be here. And by the way, this is my house." "It's just about a matter of time before I throw you out." I chuckled. "Impossible." "The both of you can leave now!" She snarled. My mother entered the conversation with a calm tone, "I'm sorry miss, but we're preparing....." "No one said you can talk!" Mariam barked at her. "Don't you dare raise your voice at her!" I gave Mariam a dark look. She returned the expression. "Just look at this little rat, raising her voice at me like I was her puppet, or something." "If you want respect. Then you got to be respectful," I told her. "Don't think people are going to be smiling at you when you got that disgusting attitude." "Disgusting attitude?" Mariam laughed. "You went ahead to poison yourself, and put the blame on me. Now you're saying I got a di