"What the hell did you just do to my clothes?" My brows arched slightly as I questioned her.
She scuffed. "If you continue to bother me, I'll flush your clothes down the toilet." She said, and it's strange that she's threatening me.
I mean, if you want to threaten someone, you have to prepare for the outcome, and if I ever hit her, the first thing she'll see are stars, and the first place she'll end up is in the hospital.
I exhale. "Are you threatening me?" She rolled her eyes when I asked.
Well. She appears to be determined to visit the hospital today. "Pick up those clothes." I yell at her.
"Get out of my room." The lady whose name I don't want to know declare, and she has currently made her statement in a commanding manner.
"Is this your room?" My brows are slightly arched as I inquire. "Who made this your room?" I enquired once more.
She didn't bother to respond this time, instead making her way to the bed.
