Possessive

"Where do you think you are going, Heaven?" Tristan all but bellowed as I stormed towards the door.

I turned around, my eyes blazing with anger. "I am getting as far away from you as I can possibly get!"

He stood up from his desk and marched over to me in a very graceful manner. I rolled my eyes. Trust Tristan to make a walk look completely graceful.

"Are you going to meet with him?" He spat in my face. Tristan grabbed onto my forearm and slightly pulled me away from the door. "I told you not to see him again! You. Are. Mine!"

I snatched my hand away from his grasp and glared at him. "I am no one's. Don't ever grab me like that again!" I yelled and turned away from him, grabbing the doorknob.

"If you walk out of here, Heaven, I'll....."

I turned back to him so fast, I almost caught whiplash. I was furious now. "You'll do what?" I seethed. "Fire me?"

Tristan was silent as he took in my very obvious anger.

"Well, guess what? I quit!"

And with that, I stormed through his office door.