Angry

"What the fuck, Steven!" Georgia screamed. "You fucked your own son!"

Georgia put the gun down and glared at Scarlett.

"I didn't..." Scarlett tried to say.

"Didn't what? Didn't think? Well of course you didn't," Georgia said, "All you think of is your fucking self. Never what anyone else wants."

Scarlett cowered, falling to the ground. Her gown's fabric billowing around her like a wall of fabric to protect her from Georgia's barbs.

"I don't know what to do with you," Georgia said her anger turning to disappointment. "You sicken me..."