The pain from the impact stings the tips of my fingers, but the anger within me boils hotter than everything else.
His face forcefully swerves to his right and freezes in place. He makes no move to run back to me or say any more words. All his reaction does is fuel my rage.
How dare he try to get to me? I begin to wonder if the whole saving me from getting hurt was some ploy to use me as his next target. If this is just another one of his games. I wonder if he saved those other girls just to use them and toss them aside for Elena.
For a moment, I had actually believed he was a good person.
His head slowly turns to me, and there's nothing but coldness staring. It's clear no one has ever dared slap some sense into him, but it doesn't faze me one bit.
He makes a move to speak, but I beat
