My instincts took over and I tried to slam the door on his face. He simply lifted his arm effortlessly and stopped the door from moving.
"Don't run away from me again," he rasped.
I saw hints of red drops drip from the sides of his mouth, accumulating on his chin then falling to the floor under us.
Splat!
I looked down at the blood in shock.
I tried to push the door further but his hold was too strong, it didn't even move an inch.
"I-I'm sorry…" I tried to say but he shook his head.
"Why did you run away?"
He stepped closer and I walked back as he closed the door behind him and walked further, sending me backward until my back hit the wall. Grabbing the chance, he pinned me on the wall, his hard rushed breaths falling on my face.
It even smelled like blood.
I closed my eyes in disgust and turned away. He laughed, "Why, you find me revolting? This is who I am, Ashe. This is what your father made me."
