ROMAN'S POV
I tried to walk in and hear what was wrong when she was sobbing into her hands, such that my footsteps sounded very silent on the floor. The bodyquaker sobbed so profusely. I scrambled to prepare her tea to make her feel better. I sat beside her and tried to ease her pain and comfort her.
But that made me want to run away. "Get out of here, you r****t!" came the answer, a loud, venomous voice aching to explode from the throat, and she stood up so that the blazing eyes could roam over as much as she could see. I stood shocked at her utterance, while my mind was whirling with shock and confusion.
"I said, r****t?" leaving my lips in symptoms of shock mixed with anger. "How? "Who really r***d you?" my words all tumbling out, simultaneously trying to digest just what was going o
