Lila
The moment she asked me not to move an inch, I knew I was dead. My heart started to beat fast, and all kinds of thoughts spiraled in my mind. I ignored her warning and bolted towards the front yard. I could swear I was close to the door before I felt her hand on my hair. Fear overwhelmed me as shivers ran down my spine. I yelped in pain because of how tight her grip was on my hair.
“Lady, we can settle things without you grabbing my hair, that’s what cultured people do,” I said nervously, fear written on my face when I turned to see her bloodshot eyes. Was she that angry because of me, or was there more to it? I was still lost in thought before she forcefully yanked my hair backward all of a sudden, making me feel a pain like my head was about to be removed from my head.
I let ou
