I tried to ignore my instinct to run away, and confidently walk to my bathroom. He just glared at me watching me like I was his prey, as I went to shut the door to the bathroom he stopped it with his foot. " Now my dear, tell me where you've been." He already knows, why is he bothering to ask me. "Here and there" I answer waving my hand to gesture I wasn't afraid of him, or maybe I just didn't fear death, either way, my words seemed to only add fuel to the fire. He grabbed my wrist tight and pulled me back out of the bathroom, still holding his whiskey with the other hand. "Answer me" he demanded. I let out a sigh decided I was tired of these games we had yet to talk about the words he stabbed into my heart earlier today. " I was at a friend's house." I look into his eyes trying to read hi
