Elijah
She slammed the f*****g door on my face. What does she think of herself? She hasn't changed a bit, that same irritating Daphne of the streets. The one who used to give beats to the kids who bullied me when i was young, and never forgetting the fact I used to get beats too when i did anything wrong and stupendous which caused us troubles.
Even today, she was trying her best not to hit me, but the other day, she beat me with her strong punches to drag me here, and now she dragged me here. It’s not just that I don't want to come here, but I can't face these people and everyone I know, especially her.
Today in the clinical room, when my gaze fell on her and our eyes got locked, my heart stopped beating. Those dead butterflies reviewed and fluttered like a storm in my stomach. My insi
