“Shut up, Freja.” That was the only response I got; he didn’t even turn to face me.
“Excuse me?” I said, getting a bit pissed off now.
Cain stopped suddenly and turned to face me, narrowing his eyes. Then, unexpectantly, he picked me up and threw me over his shoulder before continuing towards the house.
I pounded on his back. “What the f**k, Cain?” I hollered.
Cain smacked my ass hard. “Shut the f**k up?” He said, once again.
We finally reached the house, and Cain stormed inside, marching up the stairs, with me still on his shoulder, kicking him and pounding on his back furiously. Cain kicked his bedroom door open, entered the room and slammed it shut behind him. He then walked over to the bed and threw me on it, causing me to bounce as I landed.
I quickly sat up and glared at Cain.
