Fight for myself

Adrian yelled into the phone, "Yes, do it right away; I want him in jail."

We returned to New York yesterday night, and I had a great time there, especially with Nan. As I was unloading the baggage, I realised why Adrian's mother is so kind: she is Nan's daughter.

I put my clothing in the closet and whispered, "Whom you want behind the bars, Adrian."

Adrian gave me a sidelong glance and said, "Nothing extraordinary."

He told me "Emberly, "Well, I've engaged a trainer for you."

"Trainer," I scowled at him.

Adrian looked at his watch and said, "Yes, a trainer, he will teach you self defence, and how to fight if someone physically abuses you."

I asked, tapping my foot, "But why."

"Every girl has to learn it," he explained, "so that no one can physically assault her."

I furrowed my brows and said, "And, what makes you believe that I need it at this moment?"

Did he know anything about me, particularly about my traumatic past?

He shook his head in response to "how many inquiries you've aske