LARA
I looked at him, feeling how hate, agony, fury, and desperation boil inside of me, wanting to get out.
A slap echoed through the dark room and the fireball disappeared.
Sean created a new one and sent it to the ceiling this time. And I slapped him again. Then again and again, until he caught my arm and pushed me against the wall.
“I think you made your point loud and clear!” he rolled his eyes, “Are you done?!”
“I am not even close!” I tried to hit him where it hurt the most but he caught my knee as well, lifting it up too high for me to be able to use it against him again.
“Let go off me!” I screeched but instead, he only pressed himself tighter into me, looking me straight in the eye.
“Are. You. Done?!” he repeated himself and I struggled against him some more,
