Spinelli had never been so angry at Gretchen in her whole life. Every part of her body was screaming, her eyes burnt with hot water, and he fists were bloodied and shaking. She may have punched a hole in the wall, or at least tried to. At least Flynn would see it when he walked in. Spinelli had given Vito extra food, and whispered to him to shit all over Flynn’s things. That would work, wouldn’t it? It wouldn’t be enough, but it would be a start.
Reaching Gus’ apartment, Spinelli didn’t even bother knocking on the door. She just tried the handle, and stormed in as she looked around for another of her best friends. Once she spotted him, she slammed the phone down in front of him. “There. They’re all there! How could she fucking do that to me?!” Spinelli turned away as she covered her face. She had never really cried in front of anyone, except T.J, but it seemed as though Gus was going to make that list now.