Hurt

Ashley

I got up and decided to not tell Chris. Come on, it of course is a fake account, and also the threat is a scam, I would have known if I was “engaged” and also, I never had anything to do with the boss of the Mafia.

I took a deep breath and convinced myself to not think about it. I blocked the account and saw the time. It was 4 PM. The time has really made me completely confused. Now, I have to sleep at night to make the schedule right again.

Anyway, I washed my face and combed my hair. I went downstairs.

I heard Chris talking to someone.

“No means no,” he said on the phone. He looked frustrated and he banged the table. Only God knows why it didn’t shatter into pieces. I ran to him to calm him down.

“Chris!”

He looked at me, but his frustration only increased. Or at least, it didn’t decrease.

“Bye,” he said to the phone and came to me. He held me by my forearm, rather harshly.

“Chris… what’s wrong?”

He was angry, and my hand was now paining.