Benedito Goncalo Cruz Pereira
I looked at Bobby with a defeated sigh as he laid on the bed with his wrist handcuffed to the iron bar of his headboard in a silent protest. He had been refusing to leave the bedroom for the past hour because he did not want to face his family after last night's incident. I did not understand why since Bobby's family was the most understanding family I had ever met.
"Where did you get the handcuffs?" I folded my arms over my chest as I looked down to him as he laid on his back and stared at the ceiling with a pout.
"I've been places," he did not even bother to cast a look at me.
"Which places?" I tilted my head to the side.
He turned his head so he was facing the wall opposite me, "The same places you have been before you met me."
"Bobby," I gaped as I took a few steps closer to the bed, "Are you serious?"
