MIA’S POV:
His sturdy hands were wrapped around my hand like a gift wrap around a Christmas present, tightly securing it one place. Along the journey to I don’t where people were gawking at us and examining me especially that how big of a sl*t I was. Reaching the corner of a door that spelled Boys Toilet he stopped and opened the door with a slight jerk of his hand, making me damp with salty water running down my forehead due to anxiety.
He dragged me to the boy’s washroom and then gestured everyone to get the hell out by just a mere movement of his finger. He then bolted the door from inside. His hand was still wrapped in my hand. I was dumbfounded and was not being able to contemplate the situation. What was he going to do? Maybe I upset his girlfriend and he wanted me to pay.
Turnin
