Charles.
I balled my fist, feeling the need to hit something at the moment. He wasn’t meant to be back here, not even in his dreams. So why the hell is he here, sitting right in front of him?
“We are not strangers so we should be free.” Aaron said.
My eyes were gunshot red. “What are you here for?” I asked him, going straight to the point.
There wasn’t any need of using soft words to ask him, when he doesn’t deserve s**t about it. In this world, he is the third person that I hate the most, with the first one being mother and every other woman in the world then the second one is father and lastly, him.
He was there that day and when I had reported to father, even saying that he could eye witness me, he denied everything that had happened that day. For what? A bag of sweet that he was
