Isabella's POV
"You Bastard!" I was fuming in rage, and my rationality was on the brink of collapsing.
What have I done to deserve this? Why? Why? Why?
"Why are you doing this to me? You let them take me. You!" I screamed because maybe I've lost my sanity as I charged at him, grabbing his collar and trying to jerk him violently, but I was barely able to make him move a little.
He grabbed my small hands in his big, warm ones and tugged himself free from my grip.
"You ran," he said quietly.
Two words.
They cut deeper than shouting ever could.
"That was a mistake." He said as if I had no right to my life. I feel like I can't do anything without his approval. Who the f*ck was he? No one! No f*cking one, and he still dared to say this.
Something in me snapped.
