Synopsis

*SEQUEL to I Am Bree*
**Copyrighted**
His hand snatched my wrist out of the air, tugging it. With my momentum, I slammed right into him, but I went fighting, my free fist pummeling his stomach. He grabbed the hand and pushed me backwards, keeping the space small between us. I was too angry to notice anything until my back hit the wall.
"Look at me." His voice rumbled right above me, barely more than a whisper.
"Don't tell me what to do!" I kicked at him, continuing to struggle as fiercely as I could.
"Look at me." He said again.
"Like hell." I kicked him in the shin, but he didn't even flinch and closed the space between us entirely so I could barely move.
"Look me in the eyes and tell me what you think of me." He growled.
I looked up at him, panting heavily from my anger. "I said: don't tell me what to do." I ground out. "You don't have the right to talk to me that way."
He moved back slightly. "That's right." A strange glint appeared in his eyes. "Think hard on this right now, Bree, and remember it the next time someone else tries to talk to you like that." I had never heard him speak so seriously and with such conviction.
"What is wrong with you?" I snapped. "You did that on purpose."
The corner of his lip lifted gently in the hint of an arrogant smirk.

*I couldn't find the original creators for the pictures I used to make my cover, but all the credit goes to them!!*