Pain seared through my heart as I packed my clothes. Maria helped me get the other things ready and he just stood by the door, his arms folded, his eyes fixed on me, as if protecting something that could slip off anytime soon.
I wish I could just kill him already. He's such a pain in the ass.
“Hurry up!”
My cold eyes burned with rage as I turned to him.
“Don't just stand there and mope. We could use a hand! I'm carrying your child after all…”
He just smirked and left.
“You have ten minutes to meet me outside…”
That was all and his footsteps echoed across the room. The rage and fury that burned in my soul was more than the heat from a volcano. I felt like grabbing his neck and make him beg for mercy.
After a few minutes more, everything was ready and Maria helped me pack them out.
