we could meet again somewhere

He grabbed my wrist, and pulled me close to him. I could smell the stench of cigarettes and beer. 'Is, that what peep told you? Is that what he told you hey?' he spat, shaking me slightly. 'No,' I stuttered. 'You're lying,' he said aggressively. 'You're young, you want someone to blame because you're scared.' *** Ab...