"What seems to be the problem honey? You don't look too happy to see me, were you expecting it to be someone else?"
Oscar had a mischievous smile on his face as he entered into my sitting room. His eyes were bloodshot and he wrecked of alcohol. Is this the man I want to end up with? Someone who goes to the bottle for solace whenever he has an issue? This isn't the first time he is doing this.
"Os...car what...are you doing here?" I was stuttering as fear of being in the space alone with him, gripped me. I wanted to run to my room and close the door, but there was no way I would be able to do that fast enough before Oscar catches up with me and that would only anger Oscar the more.
"What do you mean by what am I doing here? I'm here to see you of course. Or do I need some sort of application before I can come and see my fianceé?"
"Oscar..."
My voice broke from being nervous. 'Breathe Miriam, breathe, you have got this.' I cleared my throat.
