(Hosea)
I WANT TO punch something. Or better yet, someone. I have been reeling in anger since Joy told me she will go to the police station with that Jean dude. She said she was almost attacked by someone with a knife when she went out of their apartment building. That was why she let that man walk her to work. I wanted to ask for details about what happened but she really had to go to work so I let her.
At least I was able to convince her that I will accompany her to the police station.
I was restless for the next hours. I couldn’t even enjoy the scenery. I was just waiting for her shift to end.
“Don’t tell me you got it bad too,” Richard commented.
I blinked and glanced at my friend. “What?”
He drank his coffee before givi
