"You rascal!." I am really mad. "You will see!."
"What will I see?." Instead of being angry at me calling him names, Frank looks amused. He looks like he enjoys seeing me this way.
"I hate you!." I scream and try to get out. I feel his strong arm pull me back, making me hit against his hard chest.
"Let me go! Why are you doing this to me?." I feel tears begin to well in my eyes. He doesn't respect women, does he?
Frank doesn't let go of me. His face suddenly turns serious.
"Look here, young woman. If you want life to be easier for you, just do what pleases me. If you try to show your stubbornness you are only inviting trouble for yourself!."
I scoff.
"I will do that in hell!."
Frank looks angry now. He grabs my upper arms and shakes me hard, as though he is trying to shake my very
