Forty Seven

FEELING LOST

Her eyes snapped up to meet his immediately. Was he for real? With her fingers fiddling with the hem of her top, she was taken aback when he grabbed her hand and forced her inside.

Taken aback as he slammed the door behind her, she gulped down a bile of nothingness.

" What are you doing here?" He instantly asked, his eyes almost boring holes into her forehead.

" I feel like…" she made a stop on her words, reasoning it out. Should she tell him or keep it to herself? Moreover, what happened yesterday night doesn't mean they are now buddies or best pals. It'd be better if she just say nothing and go into her bedroom to fight her demons by herself.

" Nevermind. I'll just get going." Giving him a tight lipped smile, she made to take her leave when he rooted his arm by the door, hindering her from making a move.

She gazed up at him since he was quite towering over her. His expression holds boredom and at the same time impatience, and the way he was looking right at her, it fel