My eyes snapped open to the feel of fingers brushing against my lips.

I pulled away immediately.

“What are you doing in my room?” I asked, fixing my glare on Henry.

He exhaled heavily.

“The cut on your lip.” He said.

“Get out.” I bit out.

“Look, Rosie. I'm not here to ask you to listen—neither am I here to try and lessen your hate for me. I'm just here to treat you, that's all.”

“Well I don't want that either!”

He glared at me.

“Your mother isn't around, so I don't have any qualms about making sure you stay still.”

“What—”

“We can do this the easy way or...