Chapter 96

His face scrunched up in confusion and he took the paper out if my hand and flipped it back and forth. "What is this?" I asked, looking back at me. "A poem" I replied. "About what?" He asked. "Read it" He looked at me wearily before looking back down at the paper and whispering the words to himself. After about 30 seconds, his knuckles were white and he looked up at me with confusion and rage clear in his eyes. "Who the fuck wrote this?" He hissed "I don't know. I came out of the shower and it was sitting on your bed in an envelope with my name on it." I shrugged. "Someone was in here while you were showering?!" He growled possessively. "I don't know" "Can you say something else besides 'I don't know'?!" He exasperated. "What else do you want me to say, Faris? I don't know what the hell is going on!" I screamed back. He sighed and r