Gina stepped out of the car slowly, following Drake behind like a scaredy puppy as she'd gazed at the house entrance with nervousness. Watching Drake walk ahead of her, she'd stopped her steps and stood still without moving a muscle. This sent mixed signals to Drake, who'd removed his hand off the entrance knob as he wanted to open it.
"What is wrong?"
She said nothing. Her crafty eyes feigned a look of fear as she'd fidgeted with her hand bracelet.
"Gina, tell me what's going on". He'd walked away from the door and approached her with concern, unable to understand what was going on in her mind.
She stared up into his eyes and then motioned her eyes to the door.
"Your mum hates me… " She began, turning her stare back at him. "She will not spare my life as soon as her eyes set on
