Confession
Ivan POV
I sprang up from my seat, staring at her in confusion, as many thoughts, came rushing through my mind. What's she doing here shouldn't be what I should be thinking, but how did she got in? I mean, I just left here barely five minutes now, and besides, I didn't see any car drove in, so how the heck did she came in.
"Hi Ivan." She smiled at me, and stopped walking, once she got to my front.
"Miss Becky, I won't ask what you're doing here yet, because I'm still gonna ask that, but how the heck did you broke into my house?" I asked, getting pissed by the whole shit. What the heck is going on here? What does she think she's doing now? She shouldn't just add her own problem to the one I'm having right now, coz I'm yet to deal with the shit which that witch is putting me through now.
"Oh please Ivan, don't be so rude. Can't we at least greet each other first?" She rolled her eyes, as she walked over to the couch and sat down, before crossing her legs.