He sounded like he was coaxing some small, injured animal.
I found it ridiculous.
“I said let go. Do you not understand?”
Every word was a blade.
He drew in a breath.
“Are you still blaming me? About what happened back then… I had my reasons. Can’t you forgive me?”
I couldn’t laugh.
My leg was ruined.
My hearing was damaged.
My kidney was gone.
My future was burned to ash.
And he called those “reasons”?
I had nothing left in me to tolerate.
His hand was still gripping me.
At that moment, my mind suddenly went blank—leaving only one thought:
If he wouldn't let go,
I'd make him.
I snapped my head to the side and slammed my forehead into the wall with all the force I had.
Bang.
A dull thud.
The freshly healed wound tore open instantly; warm blood poured down my face.
I di
