Angel’s POV

This is my definition of horror if it really does exist. My face almost bled from the panic when I heard what he said.

"H-how did-"

"Eat your ice cream," he simply said.

He put his hand in his pocket, looking so lazy that everything seemed just normal. I was stoned rock. I couldn’t move. Why I don’t know what’s happening?

"I said get out!"

"What?" he asked innocently.

“Why are you here? This is my room! ”

"We can just go back at out home, why are you even staying in here?" he scanned the room with the disgusting look in his face.

”What? Are you kidding...