Aliyah's p.o.v
The keypad unlocked and the door was pushed open, Brown walked in, looking every shade of remorse. His eyes flickered as they rested on mine. I sat up, and scooted to the edge of the bed, far away from his reach but he only walked closer.
“Don't run away from me mi amor,” he said ever so calmly, it would have been hard to tell he was the deranged bull who had struck me across the face yesterday.
“Why wouldn’t I?” I asked, my tone colder than I felt inside. My voice didn’t shake, but my fingers did.
He stopped a few feet away from me, his jaw tighter before he sighed. “I won’t hit you anymore,” he said, almost as if promising himself instead of me. “You just… bring something out of me, something I can’t control.”
I looked at him, emotionless. “Then stay away from me.”
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