"Who the hell is he?" Zain almost shook Kristen
Kristen stayed silent. The marks of tears were gone, but her mouth and eyes seemd set on a blank emotionless expression. She didn't even look at Zain, chooosing instead to keep her eyes on the blank white wall.
"Kristen!" This time he did shake her. Frustration blinding him with anger.
"I don't take heroin," Kristen said
"That doesn't anwser, who's he?"
"Your hurting me," she winced
Dropping her arms in exasperation Zain pulled up a sleeve, careful to be gentle this time. A large purple hand mark, each finger print clearly visible, stretched across her skin just near where he had shaken her.
"Who did this?" Zain's voice had gone dangerously quiet now.
"I'm not some person on a case Zain. I'm not going to be an informant or a victim in court just so you can feel better." Her eyes finally glittered with rage, "At least you know it wasn't suicide,"
"So I can feel better?? Listen to yourself Kristen! What if he tries again, to kill you? He's dangerous,"
"He won't,"
"Was it Paul??"
"No!" she frowned indignant,
Zain turned fannoyed by her lack of cooperation, and unsettled by the situation. Why heroin? Why not anything else a knife, a gun another drug? And who?
"Some one you know," Kristen said matter of factley causing Zain to turn back,
"What?"
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As Kristen was grabbed and thrown against the door the mans evil eyes glittered and his mouth twisted to a sneer,
"Why just kill you when i can hurt your 'pretty boy' boyfriend at the same time. This will really tear him up,"