Shopping with Him
I whipped my head around and glowered at him. How dare he say something like that to me?
“You were about to paint right? Don’t mind me…I’ll just sit and watch…” Hayden said calmly as he sat down on the sofa, his eyes on me.
How am I supposed to concentrate with him in the room staring at me like that? I sighed loudly as I began getting to work. Having him sitting there is a whole lot better than if he did some other troublesome or mischievous thing.
Hayden watched me paint silently. Soon, my grandmother got tired, and she fell asleep quietly in her bed. I was too focused on watching my grandmother sleeping that I didn’t feel Hayden’s presence behind me until he had grabbed my wrist.
“Come with me,” Hayden whispered as he held my wrist firmly in his large hand.
His grip wasn’t rough, but it was firm enough that I knew I couldn’t break away from it. Without waiting for me to respond, Hayden began dragging me after him and out of the hospital room.