Confrontation

Deluna Hansen.

"What do you want to talk about?" He asks, turning to face me when we reach the hallway. Talk about? What would I have to talk about with a murderer? I'm just going to make him answer my questions and then warn him. You should know what I mean by warning him, of course!

"What should I address you as? Elio, my attempted murderer?" I stiffen a mocking laugh but he only gives me another of his hard stare again. Actually, glares. I let him continue glaring at me, only more harder and when it looks like his eyes are about to fall out of their sockets, I raise my hands in the air indicating my own surrender. Don't think I'll ever beg him to stop, but because I still need him in his whole self, " Stop the glares already, I give up." When his look softens a bit, I step forward and cross my arms at him, "Why do you hate me so much?" His brows crease at my question and he puts on his long look again, before rolling his eyes away from my face. Yeah, who the hell told him he should