When we got in front of her parent’s apartment, she peered into my soul to weight the credibility of my words. I looked away. She smiled. “wait,” She said “ I got something to show you.” The door closed shut before I replied. I waited reluctantly.
Then a really loud angry male voice rumbled inside and fed fear to my heart. It only escalated from there. I heard banging and shattering glasses, but when I heard her yelling, I barged in the door. I found her bruised up on the floor and I wanted to swear then that I would never let anyone hurt her again, but as I held her tightly in my arms, a shiver more violent than her quiver went crawling down my back because when I walked in the house, Emma was alone in the room.
140 words twitter challenge day 6
poor Emma, or screw this I’m outta here ? what’s the verdict?