"How did you know my name?". I asked while grabbing his wrist.
"What?. Why are you asking such a question?". He throws a question at me, instead of answering.
"I'm serious, Mister Man. How the fucking hell do you know my name?". I asked, and this time around I was already hurting his wrist.
"You know that you are hurting me right?. Please let go of me!". He yelled.
I mean he yelled.
"Fucking answer my question, before I start a fight with you". I declared, and if he thought that I was going to be scared of him….. then he's mistaken.
"You seem brave….. If you had acted more brave back inside the club….. I won't have saved your ass and gotten cut up with you". He said, and his voice sounded mad.
"Now let go of me!". He commanded.
"No!". I said firmly.
I can't let go of him because he seems suspicious.
"What do you want from me, Cecelia?". He asked, and this time around his voice was calm.