“Keep your distance, okay!” I shout with a hoarse voice.
He doesn’t give a damn about my demand. Rubbing his neck, he slowly closes in on me.
“Or what?.. Will you turn me in to the cops again?”
“This time, yes!”
I don’t care what he thinks either. I put my money where my mouth is—smashing my forehead as proof that I mean it.
“Go ahead…” he mutters, slipping his arm behind my back and taking hold of most of my hair.
“You… you’re obsessed with me.”
“I knew you would,” he sneers harshly.