18. Bullets
Autumn's POV
"Are you okay?" He brings his hand to hold my arm firmly.
I stare at him like bullets can shoot out of my eyes, "Didn't you just hear me?" I patently remember asking him what is he doing here.
"Yeah I did hear you, I just chose to ignore." He tilts his head, still scrutinizing my face.
I yank my hand out of his hold. "Stop staring at me like that." I snap at him but he ignores once again.
"Why did you look so scared when you hit me?" Could he actually tell I was scared?
"And I visibly felt you frozen on your spot before you lashed out like a dog." I throw him a sharp look despite already looking at him.
"Excuse me?" A dog? Really?
He gives out no response, but instead looks behind me, then back at me with his brows pinched together.
"Where are you going to? Isn't that your apartment?" I wanted to tell him to fuck off but something else catches my attention.
"How do you know where I live?"