Not A Black
Alice’s POV
“Did you do it?, those death, are you really responsible for all of them?” I asked to his hard clutch on the glass in his hands. Daring coached myself to be in fronting him.
“ Author am asking you something did you really did those things?.” I yelled out having enough
“ What things Alice?.” He smirked his question out, a deep stared in the liquid that danced in the glass , he flushed it down his throat earning him a bitter groan.
“ Do you mean the secretary death or Peter’s death?, which one is it?. Or are you questioning my plans on getting back at your father?, tell me Alice which one of the things are you curious to know?” I could feel my inner organs twisting and ripping, my skin trembled for warmth as my legs took steps back in silence . I was beginning to regret my stupid decision of meeting him only.
I told myself not to go, not to confront him, not specially alone but did I listened?.