Bryan
“What in the actual f*ck,” I hear from the right side of me but I am unsure of who said it or who it was aimed at, the sound cutting the dead silence following Damian’s assault against my face.
Seconds go by as my mind reels from the shock that he put his hands on me- violently. I keep my eyes on my soon-to-be-dead boyfriend, my slack jaw dropping,
Fixing Damian with a flat stare, he rears back a step but not taking his eyes off the left side of my stinging face. His comrades all are surrounding us and between us by then. His chest heaves and he leers at me with a hateful one of his own but the way one of his eyebrows twitched a few seconds back, I could tell that even he was shocked by his actions.
‘How did this get on my neck? I don’t remember Zack putting it there. Am I that
