Blame on him

"After all you're just like her" I scrambled up to my feet and grabbed onto the long bars of the room inside the cellar. "You don't fucking mean that!" I yelled at Leander as he tucked the key into his pocket. He didn't say another word and grabbed a seat from the corner of the room. As he dragged the metal seat, it made a loud, clang sound forcing me to flinch at it. He placed the seat in front of the small room where I stood and he sat down. "Did I say anything wrong?" He looked up at me and asked. His legs folded across one other. "You're just like Sydney. Aren't you?" "No!" I exclaimed. "I'm nothing like her nor I will ever be like her." I felt a different rush in my veins when I heard it. It made me enraged to even think about Sydney and even more be compared to her. I ran my hand across my face, wiping away the blood and the wetness on my cheeks while I realized something. "You're just fucking around with me." My hand returned to the bar and I laughed at Leander for his tries. "T