Chapter 37)I Had Him

Tears blurred my vision as I looked up at his glaring face. I know he's not glaring at me. He has this habit of being very expressive about what he's feeling. You can always tell it on his face when he's really upset about something. And he looks like his patients is wearing thinner every second. He started off looking sad and confused. The longer I don't tell him what happened, the more pissed off he gets. "Maria," he said, grabbing my waist and trying to turn me around so he could see the scars on my back better. "Wolfie, no. Stop," I told him, pushing his hands away. "Who did this to you?!" He growled. "No one. Just let me go," I'm already crying, but I feel like I'm about to ball . The lump in my throat is growing by the second. "No one?! How could no one have done this?!" He seethed. He yanked me around so we were standing in front of the mirror where he had a clear vie