Tears fill my eyes, and I can't work out if it's fear from having him in my room or the panic of having to relive the night that asshole snatched me off the side of the street– the same nightmare which haunts me every time I close my eyes.
Trying to make out Sergiu's stare through the darkness, I nod while trying to figure out what the hell he wants. I kept his dirty little secret. I didn't tell a soul about what he did, so why is he here? If he was planning on fucking me, he wouldn't have bothered to warn me about my silence.
No, this asshole is here to talk. But why?
The weight of his hand pressing down on my split lip aches, and I immediately taste the blood in my mouth, but I do what I can to ignore the pain, determined to save my strength in case I need it.
