I was in shock from everything that I couldn't quite comprehend what was going on. Finally coming back to my senses, I managed to push him away from me with my good arm, fury boiling inside me and ready to ooze out like lava.
"Just what in the hell do you think you are doing?" I snapped, feeling my resolve coming back to me. I was taking back control of my life and this was the last thing I thought I had to worry about.
What was with people and always coming back into your life just when you were starting to heal and ready to move the fuck on?
