Chapter 9 Possessiveness (2)

• " You are." I hear him say, still in a low tone. Doesn't this man ever raise his voice?
• I walk towards the sofa where he has sat down again, taken another drink, and stares as I approach him.
• " I don't know who you are, and I don't want to know." I point at him with my index finger, he raises an eyebrow and continues to drink from his glass." I am not your property, you can't decide for me, you can't tell me when to leave or when to come, I am an adult and I can make my own decisions, by myself." I cross my arms, hoping he reacts with violence or at least gets angry, but he remains the same, impassive, cold, just watching me.