"What the heck?" Sunday growled, the back of his head throbbing with ache.
"So... You agreed to bail on me, right?" A voice screamed out.
"Ummmrgh!" Sunday groaned, his head feeling very dizzy.
That voice...
That voice...
It was so familiar. Was it someone who he knew? Sunday groaned again, his head hurt like hs had been hit with something heavy. He had fallen down but he had not expected the ache to still sting like the way it was at the very moment.
He shook his head, forcing the rasping pain from his mind as he rose to sit up, holding the back of his head still with the right hand and having on his face, a pained expression.
'A-ha! Your girlfriend!' Bane chuckled just as Niniola's face popped up in front of him.
She was bent over, her hands on her knees and her face a mask of fury. Sunday swallowed as Niniola fumed and steamed.
