TIA
"You are f*****g hurt!" This time, I yelled and tried to take his hand back.
"So what? Why do you care?" He said coldly, anger evident in his eyes.
"You punched the mirror, didn't you?" I whispered. Unknown tears formed in my eyes at the thought of Arsal being hurt. He grabbed my arms and turned me around, pinning me tightly against the wall. I closed my eyes shut and hissed, as slight pain shot through my back, as the effect of being pushed against the wall.
"What do you think of yourself?" He said and his words made me open my eyes to look at him, as his husky voice and the tobacco-ridden breath fanned my face. I shuddered lightly as I felt a pang of hurt in my chest for some unknown reason. I was nothing for him, obviously. Just a damsel in distress for whom he had shown mer
