Norman:
"Helanie, behave yourself," I got up in haste and, while doing so, I ended up pushing her unconsciously to get her away from me.
"Ouch!" a loud scream escaped her lips, and she fell back on her butt. A loud thud followed with her fall.
"I didn't mean to. Are you okay?" The regret I felt for accidentally hitting her was going to drown me for years. I quickly knelt down beside her to check on her.
She kept her head down, her lips pouted, and she was clearing her eyes with the back of her hand constantly.
"Helanie!---," I uttered, and she finally raised her head. There were big tears in her big eyes.
"Now I am injured," she quivered, causing me to hiss at myself for being so careless.
"Let me help you get up," I held my hand out for her, but she shook her head, causing a frown to appear on my forehead. Didn't she want my help? Why was she making it so difficult?
