Amira p.o.v
Walking into the house I saw Huey sitting on the couch with his laptop
Huey: where did you go this morning
Me: I went to yoga with Mia
Huey: why didn't you wake me up to tell me
Me; I didn't want to bother you
Huey: you could of texted me
Me: Huey you barely answer my regular calls so it don't matter
Huey: yes it does
Me: whatever
I tried to walk away but he grabbed my arm
Huey; I'm not done talking to you
Me; Huey ow your hurting me
His grip got tighter and he pushed me to the wall
Huey: when I ask you something you better do it you understand me
Me: yes please your hurting me
Huey: and don't get smart with me either
He let me go and I ran to my room crying
End p.o.v
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