Nineteen

"Tell me, sir!" I demanded. "I'm dying to know!"

Gritting his teeth, he was looking away. His face showed guilt mixed with frustration. He didn't meet my eyes even for a split second.

"Sir!"

"Winslow," he said as he stood up from his seat. He walked upto me and snapped, "Get out of here,"

Ugh! Excuse me!

"No," I said, casually.

His head snapped in my direction and he stared at me, his grey eyes wide. "I thought I told you to get out!"

"Not until I get an answer!" Damn, that cost me a lot of guts.

Letting out a deep breath, he grabbed my upper arm and yelled, "Get out!" He started pulling me towards the door, in order to push me out.

"Let go! You can't do this to me!" I yelled, as I punched his chest repeatedly. Scrunching his shirt in my hands, I tugged on it violently as the bittermemories from last night replayed in my head like a movie. "Tell me!" I screamed as I felt warm drops of tears stream down my face. "Tell me, what the hell I did to deserve this from you!"

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