Milana
I really have no idea how things got to this point, me telling Viktor about Maksim and his abuse. I really did not want to tell him about it. It was not my intention to let him know, but Viktor had seen the marks on my body. They were so stubborn this time and refused to heal quickly. Zoya even pitied me when she was helping me to apply some ointment on them, and I had to beg her not to pick up her phone as she wanted to call the police.
“Why are you angry?” I ask Viktor again, and he sucks in a deep breath. He just had forgotten that he was supposed to stop talking to me when he saw the same marks, and he just grabbed me. And I think that's a good thing as Viktor is now talking and maybe I can get the reason for his anger out of his mouth.
“I'm angry because of you, Milana. You.” He replies in a stern tone that does not sound so hard, and my eyes widen. Me? What did I do to get him so angry, even to the point that he did not want to look at me or even talk to me?
“Me?” I s
