"Did he hurt you?" She asked and I debated on whether to respond to her or not, but then I just couldn't stay away from the asshole.

"No, he didn't," I replied with cringed brows, but immediately turned them into a smile so she wouldn't be worried.

"I'll help you with the door," she offered, and I watched how she miraculously fixed the door back, and I wondered why I couldn't do it right.

After she fixed the door and entered the room, I made sure to lock it behind me before I started to pour ...