Angel’s POV

This is my definition of horror if it really does exist. My face almost bled from the panic when I heard what he said.

 "H-how did-"

"Eat your ice cream," he simply said.

He put his hand in his pocket, looking so lazy that everything seemed just normal. I was stoned rock. I couldn’t move. Why I don’t know what’s happening? 

"I said get out!"

"What?" he asked innocently.

“Why are you here? This is my room! ”

"We can just go back at out home, ...