Jade's POV
There was a pause. The night seemed to be awfully quiet. My palms began to sweat as I pictured various ways I would probably die tonight. And trust me non of them was quick. It was a slow agonizing death. My head began to spin as fear engulfed me. He detached himself from me and sat straight on the bed. I counted numbers in my head as I prepared myself for the outburst, one that could probably cost me my life.
After what felt like ages, I mustered the courage to look him in the eyes. He blinked once, twice, thrice I kept counting till I lost count.
"You are toast". My subconscious said. I swear I needed to get rid of this voice as soon as possible. It was bad enough that i already had sour images of my early death imprinted in my head. Her extra suggestions are not helping a
