ZOELLA'S POV
Oliver glanced at me blankly. He slowly walks up to my angry and raging body while the silence filled the room with only the noise of his footsteps walking slowly towards me.
He stopped infront of me. I continue glare deadly at him as he just stares at me blankly. He hangs his hands on the pocket of his black pants.
"Your tone." He says. I turned away from him glaring down so I don't get feared as I pointed at the door. I calm my breathing a bit just a bit.
"Open. The. Door. For. Me." I said slowly and a bit calmly. The room felt with thick silence.
"I can't." He replies. I quickly glance at him, my anger rising higher than my fear for him.
"What?!" I yelled
"Repeating myself is what I don't do." He says.
"I said open the damn door I want to leave!" I yelled once again
