Zoe's temper was flaring. She didn't know if it was because of the situation or her uncontrollable desire to think of others first more than herself.
It is like a tattoo that attached itself to her after her parent's death. As she put other people first, she forgot that she chose to save herself and leave her parent's behind.
"I really hope you're gaining something from what you're doing to yourself." Erin uttered as she allowed Zoe to drag her into the kitchen.
Zoe gave her a bitter smile. "I'm used to this."
As they entered inside the kitchen, a colossal man was sitting at the chair and seemed to be waiting for someone.
Erin tightened her lips to hide a grin. "I think the kitchen will be too messy for me. I better get out of here."
She pulled her arm from Zoe's grasp and scurried outside the hallway, leaving a flustered Zoe behind.
