"Who did this to you?"His voice was calm, but you knew there was a hurricane of rage stirring inside him,all over the fact that you were sprawled on the sofa, beads of sweat clinging on your forehead as awaterfall of blood was pouring from a large deep gash on your stomach. You who was his worst enemy, the person he hated and loved more than Satan hated God.

He swore on his life that he'd end you. but here he was,terrified of the thought of never being in the same place as you again.