BRITTANY'S POV
My eyes fell open and widened as my heart flew right out of my chest. The laptop had struck Zayne on the face before falling to the floor.
There was a huge trail of blood running down his forehead, but he was just standing there, his face blank as usual, looking like nothing had happened.
I was genuinely worried and immediately had regrets. I ran towards him without thinking and reached for his head.
It looked worse now that I was this close to him. “I'm sorry…I…” my words sputtered off as I had no idea what to apologize for.
His eyes followed my movement, but still he said nothing. I was getting frustrated. Why would he say something?
“Aren't you gonna to say something? Scream at me, hit me back…”
“Oh, I'm going to hit you alright.” he said slowly. I froze, my hands
