I was taken aback and stood there with my hand plastered to my face. It wasn't a reaction I had expected at all and I couldn't hide the shock. Job had just hit me across the face. No matter how angry he got during our relationship, not for once had he raised his hand at me.
He didn't give me enough time to think about things nor recover from the shock, he instead pulled me by the wrist and dragged me out of his room as if I was a criminal that had murdered someone. His grip on my wrist was so tight that I could already feel the bruises around it.
"Job wait you're hurting me." I wailed as he rushed us down the stairs, causing me to miss a step every now and then, bruising my legs.
He didn't respond. I tried to pull free but he wasn't willing to listen to me or let me go. He swung the do
