Chapter 44
Julie's point of view
I felt the pressure of his fingers tighten on my arm as if he were trying to crush my bones.
I called him an idiot... I knew it was a suicidal word, but his constant touching brings out the worst in me; it makes me lose control of my tongue completely, just as I've lost control of my life.
He dragged me violently behind him, his strides wide and angry, until we reached my room.
He shoved me inside and slammed the door with a bang that echoed throughout the place, then stood before me like a mountain of rage, saying in an ominous hiss:
"Who are you calling an idiot?"
His hand was still gripping my arm, so I screamed in his face while trying to break free:
"Look at yourself! Look at how you're squeezing my arm... you're hurting me!"
I saw a strange glint in his eyes, then his hand loosened and he pulled it back quickly, as if my body had become embers burning his fingers. He exhaled sharply in frustration and said:
