"Mimi!" Victor called after her but she wouldn't look back or even slow down because she was pissed off.
She strode along the way, murmuring and fuming inwardly. Weak! Fragile! That was probably what he thought of her! Who said she couldn't take care of herself? Victor hadn't even been there all through her life and yet she survived without him. What makes him think she wouldn't now just because he moved into the picture?
"Mimi!" Victor caught up to her and grabbed her by the arm, turning her to him.
"Let go of me!" She struggled with him but he wouldn't let her go. It was a desperate fight that she didn't see herself winning anytime soon if he didn't let go of her; she would only get hurt.
"Fine, I'm sorry!" He screamed at her face, face distorted with emotions and she finally stilled, her heart thumping loudly in her chest.
