I wanted to speak, but I could not find my voice. Venessa seemed rather too comfortable in that house, and it only meant that everything she was saying about her relationship with Donald was true. I could not help but think about how that was even possible because Vanessa was not supposed to be close to someone as dangerous as Donald without a fear that he might one day decide to make her his meal.
"What? "Won't you talk now?" She asked that she come closer to me, grabbing my hair and pulling it back while I was in pain.
I pulled myself away from her grip; with my hair scattered and strands of hair across my face, I tried to maintain my composure as I looked up to her face again.
"You have never liked me, Vanessa, but I do not want to believe that you are actually attacking me because of some beast." I asked, staring at her in disbelief.
