Lyra
I shot Kyle a glare, but he stayed stubbornly at my heels. No matter how many times I tried to shoo him away, he kept following me. He’d been trailing after me for half an hour now—only because I couldn’t run or even walk properly. I was fighting to stay conscious, forcing myself to move slowly and steadily; otherwise, I’d probably be kissing the ground by now.
Plus it's even raining. My pride won't allow me to accept his offer and get inside after all the things he had done to me nor I want to keep getting involved with him.
"Lyra, uno. I'll count one to five and if you still won't get in, don't blame me for being harsh." I heard him say with a firm, low, and dangerous tone that made me rolled my eyes upon hearing this.
"Even if you would count to a million, do you real
