Chapter 14
Jarrod Lerman
"What the f**k are you doing here?"
My voice is scared and pained. Turning around, I give him a deathly glare, and he just smirks at me. The smirk that scares me; evil. He rolls his eyes playfully. I scoff. As if I want to play with him. Trying to hide the fear, I raise my chin and tell myself get a hold of yourself, Jarrod. My glare doesn't even make him flinch like it does to others. I guess this b***h is a hell of a demon.
"Oh, come on, Rod." He says, smiling wickedly at me and I internally flinch. I don't want to see him. I don't want to remember the past. I don't want it. "That's not the good way to greet your best friend." Yeah. It's a f*****g good thing to greet you with my itching knuckles, ready to punch because you f*****g tried it. You raped me becau
