Grace
He pulled out the stool closest to him slowly, taking his sweet time before sitting.
“Kent! I swear to whatever it is you believe in, if you don't undo whatever it is you've just done, I will make you regret it.” I screamed even more and he just looked at me, like he was waiting for me to wear myself out before speaking.
"I hate you," I said, the words feeling small and pathetic and he looked amused.
"I've been hated by better people than you, Grace," he casually rested his arm on the counter, his eyes still fixed on me.
“Why are you doing this to me? Why won't you just let me go?” I was crying profusely now. I was so tired of everything.
“I don't want to do this either, Grace, I—”
“Liar!” I screeched, the heat in my chest making it harder and harder to breathe.
"I have no re
