CARRIE’S POV
“I know,” was his tongue-tied response.
“I hate you. I hate you!” I repeated the words over and over again.
His touch reluctantly left me seeing the anger my face reflected. His hand went to scratch the back of his neck.
Occupying the side of the bed, all he could do was to attentively watch me.
As I hauled myself into an upright sitting position, I could see him looking very anxious, as if he wanted to help me find my comfortable position, but my glare was like a bullet, halting him from doing so. I briskly wiped off the remaining tears in my eyes.
“Doll-”
“You don’t get to call me that name, Rick. You might as well want to call me Annabelle this time.” I said in a stoic voice when I settled myself comfortably leaning my back on the headboard of the bed.
“Who the f**k
