Fight (4)

"Nothing much." Richard softly replied as he methodically ripped apart the bread in his hand. "I'm just wondering where he got the audacity to put his hands on you."

Seeing Richard's nonchalant expression as he methodically ate his food, one equal spoonful at a time, I couldn't help but sigh. It looked like I was busted.

"It's not what you think."

"It's exactly what I think. You cried. You were hurt enough to apply ointment. That's enough. Ah, if you're worried that I'll kill him or torture him, I won't. After all, I don't want to cause an international incident. I just plan on breaking his hands, so he won't be able to touch you again."

"It was an accident that he didn't mean to happen." I tried to explain.

"That's fine. I will accidentally break his hands. It will be a clean break, so he'll heal just fine. Trust me I have experience."

Hearing his cold words, I couldn't help but begin to cry again.