"Who….. Whose phone is that?". I asked, with an unstable voice.

"That…… whose phone are you holding Cecelia?". Josh asked.

He ignored my previous question and instead he threw a question.

"This is my phone you jerk. Now tell me….. who did you steal that phone from?". I asked, and this time around I'm holding his shirt firmly….. so that he won't be able to escape.

"This is my phone bitch!". He barked.

'Gush. This guy had just called me bitch….. it seems that he has prepared a death note for himself'.

I kept my phone inside my handbag….. and without warning…. I grabbed his collar and made him bend...