The Hating Game
"Shut up! Shut. Up!" He threw his fist on the door after shouting each word while I stood there with my eyes closed, holding my chest as my heart was hammering and my throat was dry. I was feeling like throwing up while my stomach churned up almost instantly.
"I didn't kill Mr. Lee! I didn't kill your father. Damn it!" He shouted at the top of his lungs as I opened my glistened eyes which met his ruddy ones while a lone tear escaped my left eye.
I could feel the hot water gushing down my cheek to my jaw as my blurry vision got clear while I blinked. I watched him tracing my tear down my jaw with his cocoa orbs and then looking back in my orbs while his once glower eyes turned bathetic just in a jiff.
Wiping off the moisture from my cheeks, I looked back into his eyes, "My father is not with me because of you. You were the reason for his death." I poked his chest with my index finger while I could feel claustrophobic around him.
His aura was making it difficult for me to breathe in this dingy room. "You. Are. A. Murderer." I said with my heavy breathing while he glided near me, making my already uneven breath hitch as the back of my head hit the door, "You will regret saying this one day."
I breathed out against his visage while he propped his other hand beside my head, caging me, "F*cking tell me why did you call me here?" I said, gazing back into his dark and magnificent orbs. His breath brushed my visage while I could smell his lavender cologne, prior he retreated away from me as I took in a long breath.
Turning around again, facing his back at me, I heard him say, "Marry me."
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