C32 Distraction

***Tamara***

Seething, I simmered with fury as it ran red through by brain. My face felt sticky with dried tears that had long ceased from coursing. My face remained neutral, only the twitching of my eyebrows and the corners of my mouth portrayed the anger that kept on swirling inside.

His hand felt cold against my elbow, gripping it tightly with his filthy nails sinking into my skin