I can’t look at her. God, I just can’t. Every f*****g step I took, Zachary’s words keep on echoing inside of my head. He f****d her, finally? And what does he mean by “f**k”? Did he touch her? With her consent?
Damn it. I don’t know what’s worse and more painful. If it’s Zachary f*****g her or her, giving consent to Zachary to f**k her. My Angelic…my Angelic won’t do that, right?
Right… She stopped and looked at me with damp face. Her face wet in tears, and the time my eyes met hers, I wanted to f*****g punch someone, or kill someone. “I didn’t enjoy it…” she whispered, so soft like an Angel.
“Of course you wouldn’t.” I said in a gritted teeth.
She keep on shaking her head and tried to put her hand on my chin, tipping it up to make me look at her in the eyes. “Please… you can’t even
