MARCUS MARKET’S POV
“She fled okay,” she told me and I did not buy it. She was crucifying me few seconds and this is my time to treat her the way she treated me.
“I want you to tell me about how you got her hair and also tell me the details of what happened till the hair got stained with blood,” I told her strictly.
“We fought.” She said running her hands through her hair.
“Why didn’t you tell me then and then you have decided to tell me now. What if I never did the DNA analysis?” I asked her.
“I was going to tell you,” She said and stood up then started walking away.
“Why are you walking away from me?” I shouted at her following her and hoping to drag her back to our seat.
“Because I don’t want to talk about it,” She said shortly and continued walking away like a typical teenager.
