The next few days I just stayed in bed with A.J. most of the time. Antonio slept on the couch. Thank God.
I was feeling better, but I really didn't want to fight with Antonio.
I went into the kitchen to get a glass of water. Antonio was sitting on the couch watching T.V. "If you're looking for liquor you won't find any. " He says as he turns it off and stands up.
I don't reply. I don't want to fight with him. Just open the fridge and grab some water.
"Feeling better?" He asks.
Again I don't say anything. Just drink my water.
"Im talking to you b***h!" He says as he grabs my arm I was holding the water bottle with.
"Sorry, I don't know what you want me to say." I finally responded. I try to pull my arm away from him. He grabs it tighter. "Please Antonio. I don't want to fight w
