"Yeah?"
".Nobody sounded like him?"
I shook my head. The lightning of fury, as the notepad went flying against the mattress.
It smashed into pieces, his wrath afflicting such pure paper.
I puked.
My white muck came running inside, but I gulped when his red eyes stormed into my gaze. I staggered back, searching for safety.
"What else do you want?"
I searched for my voice. Mr. Hanan in this voice broke my throat.
"Please..."
I pleaded.
He loaded to my body, a pump of hormones, making my breath go heavy as I searched for any weapons. The robber in him had activated, and I felt as if I would die then.
"Mr. Hanan,...he did call once..."
He looked up and met my gaze. I kept stuttering to myself.
"..What did he say?"
The voice. It caught me by surprise.
So familiar.
So same.
"...
