Shouldn't I be the only one who was furious? And why did he ask if I thought I was good myself?
“What do you mean?” I asked him quietly in my shaky voice.
“You always only think about yourself, Kat. You never think about others,” he spat out. The next thing I heard was a glass breaking.
He came to me, and I saw his hand bleeding. Did he cut himself? As much as I didn’t want to be with him at the moment, I still cared about him.
“Damian, you are bleeding.” I stood up to go to him, but he was faster than me.
He stood in front of me and pushed me back to the sofa roughly. I sat there, frozen by the way he kept handling my body forcefully.
