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?

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

locked.

room in the car but I feel depressed with him

now that I’ve

simply sit there and ask coldly.

have you

me with the dim light in the car. There

nastily, “Why do you ask me? Is

his men to Prague to kill my child, and now he asks me where I have been without any shame? Does he

mean?” he asks me with

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

again I find that there is

senses by thinking over and over again about the untimely

made it hard for

He says quietly.

illusion, but there is a touch of sadness