In My Desperate Time

“Frances, what are you doing, let go of me!”

I yank my hand out with all my might but in vain, even though my hands chafe.

I don’t know what he wants to do. As time passes, his silence makes me feel scared.

I am seeking revenge on him but I find I’m totally not ready for it when he abruptly appears in front of me. I’m stuck and lost at this moment.

He takes me out of the bar and from a far distance away, I see that familiar Maybach.

I’m so terrified that I lean over and bite hard on his arm.

It is literally a hard bite.

However, Frances doesn’t stop his steps and instead he walks even faster.

I loosen my mouth and look at the dental print on his shirt, a faint trace of blood seeping out.

It looks hurt very much, but he has no response at all. Does he lose his feelings?

gets to the car, he pushes me into the back seat,

locked.

car but I feel

to be panic now that I’ve been in

simply sit there and ask coldly.

where have you been these

the car. There seems to be a sparkle

turn to him, say nastily, “Why do you

me where I have

mean?” he asks me with

meet again sometime, but of course, I won’t make it easy for you

when I see him again I find that there

to regain senses by thinking over and over again

it hard

He says quietly.

it is my illusion, but there is a