Leilani.
"Arrghhh!" Louis groaned as the paper cup struck his face, causing the warm— almost scalding hot—liquid to cascade down his skin.
His hands shot up to cup his now red face while an extremely long string of expletives slipped out of his mouth as he turned to pin me with a murderous glare.
When his eyes met mine, they darkened. He hissed; "It's you, bitch."
I lifted my chin so high that I met his gaze, my voice cold as I spat; "Yes, it's me."
For a moment, Louis seemed taken aback. His mouth opened and clamped shut as if struggling to force out words. And then he whispered; "you look… you seem…" but then, as if suddenly catching himself, he turned to Agnes and seethed; "Let's go, Babe."
However, it wasn't until then that I turned to look at her. It wasn't until that very moment that I noticed how mortified she looked. How scared she was. How pale her skin now appeared and how she shook like a leaf in the wind.
