Chapter 17

Flowers

"What the hell is your problem?!”

I struggled violently to get away from him. He held my arm tighter as he continued to pull me out. He managed to take me to the parking lot.

I can feel my arms hurting. I swear it will leave a mark the next day. But that's the least of my concerns now. I have to get out of his hold.

"Santi, what are you doing?! Let me go!”

He stopped walking but still didn't let me go. He turned to me, eyes bloodshot and angry. He clenched his jaw, holding back his anger.

"What the hell is your problem?!" I shouted again.

Who does he think he is to just pop out of nowhere and pull me whenever he wants? He is really so frustrating!

He pursed his lips and looked away. He seems to be holding back himself. I glared at him. Now he has nothing to say? He just ruined my night totally and then he won't even talk about why he did this? Damn, bastard.

I was about to turn around when he stopped me again. Now the pain in my arm is evident.

"You're going back ther