Is Typing... || l.r.h [ON HOLD]

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"What the fuck!?" He shouts, anger rolling off of him in waves.

"I don't know!" I yell back, kicking his shin, "Do something about it!"

"What do you want me to do?!" He yells back, shoving the phone back into my palms.

"So you're okay with what this guy is saying?" I say, my voice dropping to a normal tone.

"It's just empty threats, Lana. Nothing will happen."

And with that, he walks out and leaves me alone. And something inside of me feels that he hasn't just left me alone in this room.