I seriously don't know what to expect from him. He seems like a different person every single time he got mad and I can't be so sure if there was an exception to his anger. I wasn't sure if I was going to be an exception to his anger.
"No matter how feral you might think I am or I appear to be to you or how frivolous ladies are. I would never hit a woman, Caroline," he said again.
I was going to get pissed at his use of words but then, I was appeased by his last words.
He wouldn't hit me.
"Let's get you cleaned up," I said finally after gripping myself off the fear I was absorbed in.
"Do you wanna hear something?" he asked as he sat on the bed, and I walked towards him with the first aid kit.
"No," I replied, sitting beside him on the bed. I turned him to face me so I could apply some salve to his face.
"Come on. Get a little curious, Caroline," he said, moving my hand off his face.
"What?" I finally inquired.
