Love You

Marie's POV

That knife cut my hand deeply. I suppressed my cries, I didn't want to scream and cry helplessly in front of him.

"Are you stupid, Marie???!?!??" he yelled. He took my hand. Blood was constantly gushing out of the cut and my pain was increasing.

"Stand up" he said to me with a worried voice.

"Fir-st... thro-w t-that thing away" I said with a lot of difficulty.

He threw it away immediately and caught my wounded hand with both his hand. He held my wrist a little tightly, maybe to stop the blood flow. He shouted and called Oliver and I was taken to the hospital immediately.

After my wound was dressed, Adrian came inside.

"W-when you get well... b-beat me.." he said and a tear fell down from his eyes.

"Adrian...Are you crazy??? How can you... take that knife? Do you know how much was I scared???"

"It's all my fault.. Marie.. You're so unlucky to have me" he said.