"Adrian, let go of me! You are hurting me."
He pulled me upstairs, straight to his room.
He continued holding me in the same spot, refusing to let go.
And the most annoying part was, he was holding me the same place Jacob pushed me.
"Adrian, let go. Please let go of me. It hurts." He still didn't let go of me. He pushed me into his room and locked the door.
He was glaring straight at me, as if waiting for me to say something, but I don't know what and it wasfrustrating.
He continued glaring straight at my face while I continued struggling for him to let me go.
"Are you going to fight me or cry like a baby? You are f*****g no longer with your parents, you are now married, yet you still allow those other people to control you."
"Fight with you?" Why the f*****g hell should I fig
