EFFIE BATEMAN | Lifestyle | Contact
As she snuggles up on the couch to watch the latest season of her favourite reality TV show, local woman Rhiannon Hutton can feel a dark energy emanating from her periphery view.
Fuck sake, she knows this routine all too well. In fact, she can pretty much guess exactly what will come out of his mouth next.
“What’s this shit?”, asks the voice, with a hint of malice.
“A show”, she snipped back, hoping but knowing deep down, that the blunt answer will not stop him from asking more questions.
“Who’s this knobhead?”, the voice continues, stepping closer to the television.
“That’s Jeremy, he’s an intruder.”
“Why;s he arguing with the blonde chick?”
Rhiannon sighs.
“That’s Kelsey. He agreed to go on a date with her but he chose Steph at the last minute so now Kelsey might be up for an elimination.”
“That’s pretty dog”, says the voice before momentarily quietening.
The silence continues, but Rhiannon can feel the weight behind it. He hasn’t quite finished just yet.
“You know none of these people are actually looking for love right? It’s all scripte-”
“MITCH I DON’T CARE SHUT UP.”
More to come.
