The door bursts open. He looks me over, and a predatory smile breaks out on his face. My body cringes under his gaze. I don’t know how a man can make you vomit internally out of just his gaze alone.
“You are a disgusting man,” I bark, trying to think of the ways I could make out of this bathroom.
“That, ah. I know. I am sorry for what I did to your sister. It was actually your fault,” he tilts his head to the side, examining my reaction. “If it weren’t for you lending her your ring, I wouldn’t have by mistake rape—“
“Stop it! Don’t take her name, you don’t get to take her name, you prick!”
He laughs. “And here I thought apologizing you would calm down some of your anger from the past years.”
Duck away from underneath his arm. It sounds a good plan in my head, but what if he catches m
