“There were at least twenty other girls there and none of them thought of hitting those rascals but you had to act like Wonder Woman? What if I had not called the cops? What if one of them had hit back or worse attacked you? What would you have done? Did you even think of the consequenes of your actions? The situation would have been very different if the cops had not arrived in time. You are a freaking walking talking time bomb.”
While he continued with his tirade I kept listening quietly, more due to shock and surprise than anything else because anyone who really knew me could vouch for the fact that I do not take criticism well and especially when I know I was not all wrong. But the comment about me being a time bomb had a good ring to it and it did kind of nail me, but freaking still how dare he. Oohhh kkk! I know I am a little impulsive, okay very impulsive and strong-headed but I do not enter situations which do not merit attention.
So, when he paused berating me I slowly and softly asked him
“Are you through or is there something more you need to add?”
This sure shut him up and made him look at me properly. I am certain he saw the battle in my eyes and was about to say something when I raised my hand to silence him.
He stopped mid-sentence looking at me, waiting for my reaction. After contemplating the situation and his words without raising my voice I asked him very quietly,
“Where and what was I supposed to have sense about?