"Oscar, get out!" Daisy suddenly yelled at me, and her voice suddenly raised, interrupting the whispers of people around.
I felt panic and anxiety in my heart, saying in a low voice, "Daisy."
The door was suddenly opened behind me.
"Oscar, it seems that the Harper family has been so good to you that you dare to bully Oscar!" The person's voice was full of resentment.
I turned around and found that it was James Newton, my best friend. I then said with a smile, "James, you're here. No, Daisy doesn't bully me. She treats me very well."
Daisy once promised that she would tell me stories as long as I defended her whenever others scolded her.
I really liked her voice.
James' face froze, and he was almost furious. He glared at Daisy and warned, "You'd better restrain yourself. Don't let me tell the Harper family about your deeds."
Daisy's face still looked bad, and James took my hand and took me away.
Before leaving, I leaned against the door and grinned at Daisy.
I was delighted while thinking that Daisy would tell me stories tonight.
Yet, I felt it strange that her face was darkened.
2
James took me to McDonald's, and I enjoyed the delicious food that I hadn't eaten for a long time.
He sighed. "Oscar."
With a smile, I handed him the Coke I had drunk and let him take a sip.
James took a sip helplessly.
While sending me to the door of my house, he whispered to me, "If she bullies you again, you must speak up, Oscar. You have to know that it is easy for the Harper family to give her a lesson."
I nodded in agreement, not actually hearing a word he said.
I walked in happily.
"Daisy, can you tell me a story tonight?"
Outside the door, James sighed deeply.
In the large flat, the lights were off, and the door of the room wasn't closed tightly.
A strange sound came from inside, and I heard my wife crying and screaming.
Feeling a little anxious, I rushed to the kitchen and rushed in with a knife.
"I will kill you if you dare to bully Daisy!"
The two on the bed hurriedly pulled the quilt to cover their naked bodies.
The man breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing it was me.
Noticing that it was me, she immediately flew into a rage and yelled at me, "Get out! You idiot! Are you crazy? Why are you shouting so loudly?"
The kitchen knife in my hand fell to the ground, and I quickly retreated.
I put my hands behind my back, nervous and panicked, and stood in the living room to receive punishment.