Forty Two

“Who the hell was that?” I seethed as I looked at him. “You’re not in the right frame of mind to ask me this question. What are you doing here? I hope you didn’t follow me!” I shot out in disbelief. He grabbed my arm and led me to the car. I pulled my hand from his when we got to his bike, and tried to leave. He turned me around me to face him immediately. “What’s your problem?” I snapped. “You’re my problem, Maya. Why would you come to this type of place, and meet that guy. Don’t you have any form of pity for yourself?” He snapped at me. I looked away from him. “I told you that he is just a friend. You’re bringing stout of proportion. You know that,” I accused. He shook his head. “I’m not. You mustn’t come to this type of area again. Now, be a good girl, and let’s go home. I’m taking you to your dorm. Climb the bike right now.” He said fiercely. “I’m not going anywhere with you. You don’t need to follow me. Go home and take some rest. You’re sick and that’s what you need more