t-teacher..." I whispered softly. He was only a few steps away from me, I didn't know how I could run out. Add to that the red color of his eyes, my hair rose.

"Who.are.you.talking.with." It's an emphatic question as if I'm being accused of 'leftism' but that's not what I'm thinking. If I was afraid before, I'm more afraid of him now.

"I-I have a right. He's my brother," I continued to excuse myself. it's like he accelerated at a high speed to land in front of me.

"Are you trying to communicate with your brother using my phone?" he asked threateningly then grabbed my jaw firmly. I'm hurting! But...