My eyes dart down to where he’s grabbed her hand. His dark eyes lock on mine as he bends and kisses her fingers. My blood boils just as I close my fists. “What happened to you?” my mother asks him. “You smell like alcohol.” He smirks at me. I want to go over there and knock the bitch out, but I can’t move. My legs are cemented to the floor. Is this what shock feels like?
What the actual fuck
