It took an annoying couple of seconds to calm Ellis and make him talk.
The boy sat on his bed, head bowed, a horrified frown deftly locked on his face.
Anyone could tell Ellis was in a lot of trouble.
"What's the use of it all! I've even gotten myself in a lot of trouble! Shit, I even left my merchandise!"
Ellis sprang to his feet, about to hurry outside, but Northern grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and slammed him back onto the bed.
'I'm not good with words. I don't even know what to say to this bastard.'
Northern folded his arms and looked down with a gloomy expression. "Will you speak now, or shall I leave?"
Ellis curled for a second from the slight ache running across his back.
If Northern's grip had been any stronger, he could have broken the bed. He caressed his back and stood up, frowning, clenching trembling hands.
