Eighty four: Injury

Saint's Pov.

"I'm leaving!" She said loudly again as if wanting to confirm if I had heard her the first time.

I just glared at her, gritting my teeth angrily. I was trying to keep her safe. To not let her end up like Aunt or the twins or my parents. And what? She wanted to leave.

I didn't think I cared any longer and I just wasn't going to put up with this any more. "Then get the fuck out if you want to. I don't fucking care!" I said back to her.

She wanted to walk past me and I drew her back to the wall. She winced and held her wrist, then shot me a glare. Tears were welling up in her eyes now and I knew I didn't pull her that hard to hurt her. She let go of her wrist and I saw a circle mark on it which looked like it was going to be an injury later. Only then did my eyes dart to my hand and I saw I had grabbed her with my hand that had my lit cigarette.

"Shit," I mumbled to myself running a hand over my face. I didn't do that intentionally but I was too angry to think but at th