Romans & histoires She Didn't Have To Cut Me Off

She snapped. But I didn’t.

She froze "That's if you feeling better. We can do that after dropping Kayla off." "Chris-" "It's okay if you can't l understand." I cut her off "I was going to say okay though l am little nervous. But you cut me off either way." She smiles "So let's see what this day holds." I retort /=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/

she began but I cut her shut. “We need to talk”

As I thought of her, the pressure in my head faded. “When she was in the process of cutting away the rope with a broken bottle, she cut her hand, but she didn’t cry or show any pain as she continued to cut at the rope. When she was busy cutting, a man tried attacking her from behind with a metal bar. She reacted before I could warn her and spun around to knock him away. She picked up the bar that he dropped and swung it at his head when he got up. He was knocked over the rail and fell three flights of stairs.”

’’ ‘’But…’’ I tried to argue but she cut me off with her hand. ‘’I am also a victim and so I have to be involved and don’t worry about me getting hurt because I can figure it out myself,’’ she grinned and clapped again. ‘’Sure,’’ I nodded in response and heaved a sigh of relief. ‘’it would be all over soon.’’

he cut me off no even giving me the opportunity to complete my words. “i just think that…” i tried again, “i would know better how to catch her, how about i just go by myself and…” “i understand what you mean, i really do, but you can’t go alone, remember what happened the last time? I almost lost you, i can’t afford that again, not when…” “i understand what you are trying to say but…” “i will come with” he said, cutting me off again, i tried to take in a deep breath so that i did not snap at me with how he was cutting me off

“I did it. I cut myself.” My eyes widened. Although I was expecting it, I didn't expect that she did it on purpose. “It doesn't matter if you did. You are going to be fine,” I held her even tighter. “Can you tell me why you did it?” Hearing that, she stiffened.

” She questioned *Hey, look at me.” I said, turning her to face me. “I understand that you feel overwhelmed….” “I think we should break things off.” She said, cutting me off. I paused and stared at her in utmost disbelief. She looked like she had already made up her mind and that there was no going back, but I couldn't just give up that easily. I'm sure she didn't mean what she just said; the situation from the past weeks had clouded her mind, and she wasn't thinking straight.

she cuts me off. "Why won't you stay out of my life? it's my business with him and I don't see how that concerns you, a total annoying stranger." Ouch. But that won't stop me from wanting to help. She is my sister, a lost sister I found again. "Please, let me he-" she cuts me off again. "I don't need your pathetic help." she sneered. "get out." she continued. "Layla plea-" "I told you, I don't need your help."

It still amazed me how I made her agree to be with my wife. She must have felt my eyes on her as she stopped and lifted her gaze. “Did I upset you?” I blinked off my emotions. “No.” “Would you like me to dress your cut?” “Yes, please?” I lifted the shirt with my free hand and placed my arm behind my head. She cleaned her hands with sanitizer and slowly peeled off the old dressing. “Just take it off. It doesn’t hurt.”