"Scream if you dare," I sneered, yanking Ann's hair and slamming her hard onto the ground.
"We're in the garage now. Your parents can't hear you cry or shout… Will you believe me if I say I'll ruin your pretty little face?"
Ann was terrified, her voice tre Sofia, a
you out of your mind? If you hurt me, Mom and Dad won't forgive you that easily. Don't think that just because you've married a lunatic-"
"Ah!" Ann suddenly screamed in pain, the rusted nail in my hand piercing the skin on her face.
"Have you forgotten how you treated me in high school? Huh?" I questioned, feeling my blood boiling as I recalled those painful memories written in Sofia's diary.
For some reason, an uncontrollable surge of emotion boiled within me.
It felt just like when my blood sugar was low.
I always thought I had a hypoglycemia problem since I was a kid, but was it really just low blood sugar?
