Rhoda's POV
What should I do?
Their hands grabbed me roughly, dragging me out of Anthony's apartment.
My bare feet scraped against the floor as I twisted and kicked but they were stronger.
“Anthony!” I screamed “Anthony,” I called again but he didn't say a word.
Was he just going to watch them take me like that?
I thought he said he loved me.
Was this what he meant by love?
“Anthony please!” I screamed at the top of my lungs but no one answered me.
I turned my head just in time to see him still sitting there on the floor, motionless.
His face was blank, his gaze hollow. He didn't move. He didn't say a word.
He clearly didn't care.
The cold air bit into my skin as if it dragged me into a car.
The door slammed shut, and soon, the engine roared to life. I thrashed against their
