"Whoa! Hey there! That's one hell of an offensive remark!", he exclaimed, offended as he continued massaging his cheek, which I find really satisfying. I wish I had not seen his face after I hit his cheek with the tablet. I should have taken another thing and smashed him on the other cheek before I recognized him. That would have done that.
"What the f**k are you doing in my room?", was the only question inside my mind as I looked at him really seriously and mad inside my mind. The doctors must have injected something into my veins the day I was born that the mere sight of this r****t was enough to boil my head on the real anger.
How dare this dirty man enter my room out of all the places?! AND WITHOUT MY PERMISSION!
"I hate it, when people enter my bedroom, do you know that?", he look
