Greyson
He pushed me.
The little s*hit pushed me away. He’s barely standing on his feet, eyes wide and wary, and a little glassy, as if he’s a damn deer about to get shot, but he gathered the nerve to actually push me out of his way and run for his life.
Grunting with frustration, I rush after him, grabbing him by the collar and lifting him from the floor before I shove him at the wall, pinning him in place with a single hand. His eyes budge as he twists in my grip, nails digging at my wrists as his eyes budge with horror and disbelief, legs kicking aimlessly as he continues to dangle off the ground.
For a second, we just stare into each other. My eyes are crested in warning at him and he just stands there, limbs dangling in the in the air like a ragged doll about to be discarded. I do
