Veronica
I tried to push him off but he wouldn't even budge.
"Get off me you prick" I grit out, he is hurting my wrist.
"I won't, until you tell me who the hell you are and why are you in my room" he says.
That's not gonna happen dude.
I try to wiggle out of his hold but he held tighter.
He opened my legs mad but one of his.
Slowly, I felt his breath fanning my face.
"Yukk! You're drunk" I wrinkle my face.
He's a liver and kidney patient and he still drinks alcohol.
Seems like he's gonna die more sooner than I expected.
"Get off me" I scream again.
"Wrong answer" he says and laughs.
"Who are you?" he asks.
"You are not supposed to be drinking" I point out.
"How do you know that?" he asks, inching awayfor a bit.
I took it as an opportunity to grab my knife.
I search for it
