~chapter eight~
yesterday, she had tricked him into giving her his words and smacked his face, he felt anger rush into him when he saw the sly smirk on her face, he felt his hand mould to a fist, though the slap was nothing more than a child playfully hitting its mother ,it had been long someone, a.woman hit him, yes he remembered a woman did hit him but at the,,,, he quickly pushed that thought away , they were history now, nothing more than his past, he started pacing again, but something stopped him, her heartful laughter
he felt his heart beat stop, just as it stopped when she hugged him, 'what did she do to me" he asked chuckling ,he knew something happened to him when she wrapped her tiny arms around his neck, and he felt his back hair stood when she held his face with her small, sweer, warm, .....
'get a grab of yourself, stop thinking of her, a loud voice warned '
he nodded in approval of the voice, thinking of her would do nothing to his present situation, 'whatever happened was a result of shock, he convinced himself, he didn't expect a hug , not ....
'stop thinking of her, the voice yelled again
