Kay.
River?
So he survived?
I was hoping that he died, for some unknown reason, I don't trust this man.
I quickly stand up before he can reach me and clear my dry throat, moving away from him.
I'm not letting this fucker touch me.
"It's okay, I will just get a taxi," I mumble, pointing at the upcoming yellow car.
"You are hurt," he points at my bloody hands, but I ignore him, signalling for the car to stop. What he is doing here is questionable.
I hope he doesn't think I like him in any way because I despise him so much, and after what Carl just did. I'm done with this gender.
The driver of the cab pulls over, and I instantly get in, making sure my bloody hands are well hidden.
When the car starts moving, I burst into another round of tears.
"Are you okay?" That is a very funny
