Chapter 32 Speed Up

• “Pack up.”
• I nearly jumped in my spot when he bashed his hands against the table. The bowl with milk and cereal spilled all over, making me close my eyes for a minute since a bit of milk sprinkled on my face. I moved my jaw and glared at him, which made him back away a little, whereas his hands were raised a little, indicating he was surrendering. I rolled my eyes at him, then took a napkin, cleaning my face and chest.
• “Ethan, what did I tell you about being violent?” I told him, like a mother chastening his child. I heard him let out a sigh at that point, cursed a little, which made me look at him in the eyes again. He harshly bit his lower lip, irritated, then sat before me. He tapped his fingers on the table, looking impatient. But I raised a brow at him, telling him he needed to calm down.