"You... You were drunk and... You got into a fight." I stammered as my heart rate intensified.
"What?" He gaped, with bewildered shrunken eyes.
"What are all the bruises." I probed.
"Nothing..." He kept on lying even with evidence he was struggling with unsaid words.
Why can't he just speak up? What is this all about?
It had scared me to the max, but I was too provoked when I turned and steered to the door.
I didn't come here to have him acting cold and uncommunicative.
"Jas is not what you think, I swear." He rushes. His voice was thick with emotion I didn't understand. If he wants me to listen, he better start talking. So I ignored his pleas and walked hastily towards the door. "Please, Jas." He entreated and pressed onto the door with both palms and me in the middle, making t
