What Did You Tell Vincenzo?
*Chyna's POV*
"Here."Arturo extended his hand towards me,it held two white capsules.
My blurry gaze brightened for a moment as I crouched over on the sofa,trying to decipher what pills they were.
"It'll help with your hangover."
I stared up at him,feeling the suffocating ick of being pitied,being in this mental r
An intrusive thought got the best of me and I slapped away his hand from my face,sending the pills flying across the room.
He didn't react immediately,instead,he calmly walked back to the medicine cabinet and pulled out another box and returned with the same two white capsules.
"Get those out of my face or I fucking swear I'll stab you."
"No,you wont–"he stepped to the small opening on the couch. "Actually,in your state,there's very little you can do."
"Dont underestimate me"I harshed,lunging forward but found myself stumbling before him.
