Kyla Jones POV
" I am f***ing talking to you Kyla!" He grabbed my arm dashing me into his hard chest and I immediately slacked my arm off him.
" Don't you dare touch me, you son of a b*tch! " I hissed at him venomously stepping back.
" You think this is all joke for you isn't it.... acting like nothing happened without any remorse. Why would you even do that, it's me who always suffers anyway."
" Look if you are mad at me because for what happened yesterday, I am sorry"
" SORRY? " I yelled at him. " You would have even said ' Sorry' to my dead body too isn't it?"
" KYLA!" Vincent yelled at me, griping me tight as ever, heaving heavily. " If you would've stayed in the place, nothing would've happened!"
" If you wouldn't have been jerk there I would've f***ing stayed there! " I hissed
