― To keep this friendship working
I was furious with that woman’s gut. The attention given to her was enough. I don't expect her to follow after me, and definitely didn't expect her to grab my arm, stronger than I had gripped her.
She forced me to stop and turned around her. Her fingers were instantly constricting. Her intention was not only to stop me from rudely turning from her but to inflict greater, if not the same, pain I gave her.
"What the...?" I protested, trying to take my arms back but she started dragging me. "What are you doing? Let go of me! What...?"
She didn't stop. She kept on dragging me. Long painted nails digging dipper on my skin. I tried to take each finger off with my other hands, but it was clawing hard on me that the mere struggles bit hard, creating a deep gas
