Olivia's POV:
He looked at me angrily, and I felt scared of approaching him. "Are you alright?" I asked, then noticed his hands were bandaged.
"What happened to you?" I hurried and held his hand when he pushed me away, then grabbed my neck tightly.
"You are hurting me." I found it hard to breathe; he stunk of alcohol. He was drunk.
"And how does it feel when I hurt you?" He raised a brow.
"It hurts me; it hurts because I know you are hurting as well," I struggled to say while trying to loosen his grip around my neck.
"I am happy," he answered, and I knew he was lying.
He didn't look happy to me.
"Please let me go." Tears rolled down my cheeks. I felt so much pain already, and he wasn't willing to lose his grip on my neck.
"We are stuck together forever," he said before pushing me to the bed. My back ached as I tried to stand up.
