VINNI,
“Where are you taking me? And why am I blindfolded?” I asked because I was annoyed with the blindfold. I was always irritated that I couldn’t see what’s happening around or where I was going. I hate when I don’t have things under my control.
“Why do you always ask so many questions?” I can’t believe that we were having a normal conversation, and we hadn’t killed each other already.
“Why don’t you answer any of them?” I fake frowned.
“Have patience, that’s all I can say.” We went to his car, he was still holding my hand, but that didn’t make things any different, I was still stumbling and tripping in between. Its so weird that just an hour ago I was planning to kill him and now we’re holding hands. I wanted to snatch away my hand but I couldn’t do it, it felt nice, having his han
