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Chapter 7

All I was waiting is to feel something to stab me. Or something to hit my head with. Or much on the lighter side is he just wants to punch me on the face.

Or just nothing at all.

He just want to just tug me in my collar and then just let go and leave.

I can’t open my eyes. I was waiting for something to happen.

A miracle.

Or just a little enlightenment for him.

I was anticipating for what will happen next. I am helpless now.

I was like a gelatin on a dessert plate now.

God, please don’t let me d-

I heard him snickered.

His snickers broke out a laugh, a bitter laugh to be exact.

I managed to have some strength to open my eyes a bit.

His laugh then soonly fade into chuckle and then into smirk.

“I’ll make you regret it.” He said nonchalantly.

I was dumbfounded.

What he did just threatened me?

Made me regret what?

Not giving him some alcohol?

He’s breathing heavily as if he was catching breath from exhaustion.

I don’t have any beers here. Not even wine and some fancy champagne. As I said it, I don’t drink, I hate the lingering taste it leaves, and it can get you nasty.

He was looking at me with his brows curled into anguish and with the eyes full of hatred. His perfect lips where lined straight like he holds back on what to say.

Regret, hmmmmmmmm.

What the –

My eyes opened wide on what happened next.

Flash of pain hit me when my head hit it.

What the hell?!

What the fuck?!

To my shocked and pained state, I can’t even move a muscle. I can’t even blink and shout at him. I felt like I was in a coma state.

It was stupid of me to open the door.

Dammit.

I can’t help swearing this much.

He inched his face closer to mine.

How can someone render me like this? Speechless, breathless, and helpless.

His brown eyes look right into my soul.

I noticed everything now.

How his hair was uneatly messed down. Like he just woken up from a good night sleep.

How is eyelids drooped down yet you can see the pain hidden in his glassy eyes.

How his brows matches his hooded eyes.

How perfect his nose is.

How his face was like no pores at all.

How his cheeks blush up because of the alcohol.

How his red lips straightened into line.

How fine his jaw lines and chin are.

On how flawless his face is, even he was full of negativity tonight.