Pool Of Hatred
I was right there on the floor, my heart was heavy and tears started flowing down from my eyes. Then I heard a familiar dominant voice behind me. I turned my head and I saw the man who just dropped me off. I was so tired and didn't have the strength to speak out.
"What the hell do you think you are doing?!"
"Is she a dog?!"
"Wh...wh..."
My sister could not say even the simplest word to him and just stood there like a failed clown.
He roared at my sister, spitting fire at her. He came straight to me and helped me up from the cold floor. I was touched by his actions. My sister just stood there and could not do anything, at least not while the man was around. "He won't be there forever, right?"
"Thank you sir" I thanked him sincerely.
"Mhm!" He answered.
I whispered to him to leave so I could go in, but before I could finish, he had already entered the house. He was now standing and facing my parents who were surprised seeing such a fine young man in their house.