And the look in his eyes wasn't pleasing either. His vexation and fury made my heart to thump.
He pushed me with so much force, making me to fall over my knees and hands with a loud thump.
The strike already bruising my hands and knees.
It was clear that he wanted to hit me, to take out his anger.
I turned quickly, closing my eyes, placing my arms in front of me as a shield to avoid the possible harm of next strike.
But he only bent to grasp my shirt front and picked me up. I was again over my feet.
And I thought it was the right time.
"I-Ian I-I'm s-sorr...", I stammered.
"Shut up!",he cut me off trying to calm his angry hard breaths."Just let me get you back to my place and I'll make you regret this in the worst possible way"
"No", I whimpered and started struggling.
He gave me a jerk that rattled me then chuckled darkly
"Did you really think you would escape me?", he scoffed , a twisted wry look masking his
Tears forming at the corners of my eyes. My face flushed and I started panting.
He took out something from his jeans. My eyes widened " A single word and trust me you'll regret ever being born", he threatened placing the tip of the gun at my temple.