"What do you want?" I ask while wiping away a stray tear. "Tell me what's happening" He roughly glares at me, taking another step towards me, the wind makes my fuzzy blonde hair cascade over my face. "Guess what" I spit, taking a step closer our noses nearly touching. "What?" He spat back, I feel his breath on my forehead making me shiver "It's actually. NONE. OF. YOUR. FUCKING. BUSINESS, why don't you go and waste someone else's time?" If the anger was showing on his face beforehand was bad this was ten times worse, his nose flares, eyes wide and teeth gritted. "Dont speak to me like that Sam" he grabs my wrist, I wait for the sting on my skin, like it nornally does when someone hits me. But it doesn't come, Instead he pulls my long sleeve up my arm. "What ar.." He cuts me off looking, no glaring at my arm. "WHO THE FUCK DID THIS TO YOU?" He yells yanking my arm in between us, showing me my arms that are covered in purple bruises. He can't find out, nobody can.