The look on his face said it all; you’re dead. She did as his vicious nerve wrecking voice commanded. She didn’t want to kick the bucket not like this, not now. He removed his watch and tossed it across the room angrily. “Aden!” he shouted. This was it, her final breath. She had finally pulled him from the edge of patience. Fear was building up in her like a tsunami, bursting through her eyes flowing down her cheek, blurring her vision, this was the real definition of f****d up fear.
Aden came bursting through the door as if someone was chasing him. “Yes!” he shouted gasping for air. She had cold sweats drowning her up to her neck. Her breath went on a vacation, her mind, body and soul fled in fear, terrified of his hostile behavior.
He walked up to Aden and whispered in his ear, spit
