I stared blankly at him, at the bare verge of tears with the realization of how much trouble I was in in reality. I couldn't speak, I dared not do so because I had nothing to say or tell him, rather I would prefer not to initiate such familiarity.
At the end of the day, even if he couldn't do anything about it, if I should end up dead, the more people that know what exactly happened, the better.
“Mr Yavol and I were…a bit more than friends as of recently,” I explained, feeling mortified to speak suddenly.
“More than friends? Were?” he asked, an eyebrow raised in suspicion.
“Precisely,” I admitted, “That ended due to some debacle but now, he's threatening and harassing me as much as I would hate to admit it.”
“So you do need my help?” he asked.
“That's supposed to be the point? I thou
