Betty.
“You can’t keep dragging me around like a child,” I muttered as Duke's hands fixed around my wrist pulling me towards the exit.
I didn’t even get to have a drink, and the fact that he did that right in front of so many people was even more embarrassing.
As soon as we stepped out into the night, the cold air brushed my skin, instantly giving me goosebumps.
“What’s going on with you Duke? Huh, tell me,” I shrieked, yanking my wrist off his grip violently. “ I never knew you were this abusive, maybe if I had the slightest idea, I wouldn’t have agreed to come along with you.”
He grabbed my hands again this time, it was rougher than before. My wrist burned from his tight grip, he held me like he was scared I’d run off and never speak to him again, well he was right.
“You are hurt
