Chapter 58: Side Story-10
RUTH
"What the fuck, Erwin?" I roar as I struggle to get on my feet. This asshole didn’t hold back with the punch. My face stings and I can feel the copper taste of blood inside of my mouth.
"This is the question I should ask you." Erwin flexes his clenched fist, fire radiating from his silvery gray eyes. "What the fuck in the world are you doing at my best friend’s house and are you the reason he is been like this broken hearted for the past weeks? Answer me Ruth Harlock." He growls slowly. The threat in his tone is so evident that it can be felt in his aura too.
"I love him." But I stand my ground nonetheless. "I came here to retrieve him."
"You have some guts to say it out loud in front of me." Erwin starts to stomp toward me, "You crazy bastard, at first you fucked my best friend behind my back then you broke his heart and then you came back to retrieve it? Do you think this is some kind of joke? Huh."
"Erwin!" John screeches, as he scoots to his side and holds his arm firmly, preventing him from stepping any closer to me. "Don’t hit him!"
But John is a little too small for Erwin, so his pulling back is not doing much to hold him back. Whether he is being pulled along with Erwin’s arm too. Erwin’s face is inches away from me, his hot breath clashing against mine. We lock each other in an unyielding stare battle.
"Fuck off." Erwin grits out through his clamped teeth, "If I ever see you here again I will chop you into pieces and feed you to the dogs. You don’t know me."
"I don’t care." I seethe in the same manner. "I love him and I will do anything to take him back."
"The hell you will." Erwin mocks, "Get out. Now." His words are grounded enough to tell me that if I don’t leave now he might actually do what he said earlier. My self-preservation tells me that it’s best for me to retreat now.
I glare at him for a moment before casting a much softer glance to John who is so tensed that his face has whitened solid two shades. "I will come for you again John." I stomp out of John’s apartment.
