Chapter 15
Kimberly's POV:
His dark and arrogant demeanor walks towards me with his heartless attitude. I am not scared of him, that fact would be nothing but only a lie. I keep on sitting down on that floor until he comes and reaches me.
I don't look at his eyes, not at all on his face. I don't dare to look at his face. He must be infuriated to the extent of killing me right at this moment. In a few minutes, I notice that he is kneeling right in front of me. My heart races as I sense that he is so much close to me. My eyes keep on looking at that white tiled floor with his daunting appearance.
I am not sure if he is going to keep me alive or not. But I have faith in myself and everything that is going around that I am not yet to die. My story doesn't end here. It will not.
Suddenly, I see blood dripping down my forehead. He was the one who threw those keys to me. But the dripped blood doesn't get to touch the ground. He…holds the blood-drop in the mid-air.
