Who Are You?

Jessica sighed and shut her eyes briefly as she contemplated whether or not to resolve this misunderstanding but Cruz grabbed her hand and pulled her to the door, flinging her out to the passageway and making her slightly dizzy.

"Cruz, what are you…"

"Who exactly do you think you are to tell what to do and what not to do in my house? Just because I'm on bandages doesn't mean I'm worthless and helpless, you know. I thought I'd be able to tolerate you living here with me but your attitude is just too much for me to handle. Why do you always have to act like a saint? After all I did to you, how could you even agree to stay back if you don't have any ulterior motives? Of course, I know exactly why you agreed to stay here. You just want to make me feel bad for what I've done and emotionally torture me but I refuse to let that happen!" Cruz bellowed furiously as he paused to quickly wipe out the tears in his eyes before they became obvious.

Cruz merged his palm despite the pain it is cau