I pull the gilt tightly and glare at him. If there is someone I hate with all my being, it’s this asshat looking at me.
“What?”
“Your eyes are red and you are sweating.” He says calmly, his eyes still trailed on me.
Wait.
Did I say calmly?
Yeah.
I did. This is a new one. He has never been calm when talking to me. He is always glaring, snapping and shouting.
Though,
There was that time after the rape…
I don’t want to think about it because I might end up going to prison. I swear I want to kill him.
“What is it to you?” I throw the covers away and step out of bed. I’m in some loose shorts and a baggy t-shirt so I grab a robe and shrug it on. This asshole might decide to rape me again.
“Your eyes are red and you are sweating.” He says again. More calmly than before but this time ro
