"YOU IDIOT! DON'T YOU KNOW HOW TO KNOCK!?" He yelled at me. Me, who was holding the door so I didn't fall on the ground, couldn't meet his gaze.
"I forgot," I whispered, holding my tears. The shards of glass pricked in my left calf. I couldn't hold it and let out a cry at the pain. He heaved at me and wrapped his arms around my waist and helped me to walk to our room. He sat me on the bed and went to get the first aid kit. He came back with a first aid kit. He bent and took out the pieces. I shrieked and held his shoulders. I began to sob. He rolled my jeans upwards to my knees.
"Who the hell told you to come to my studies!?" He said exasperated. I looked at him. His eyes show affection and regret hurting me. I was taken aback, he is showing such emotions to me.
"For lunch, "I said in a low voice.
"You won't die if you wait for a while," He applied some antiseptic. I yelped in pain as my grip on his shoulders tightened.
