Kyla Jones POV
My entire body solidified, the muscles in my throat constricting as I sensed what he intended on doing. He was hurting me so much. He was ripping my heart into pieces.
“Why are you back to insults then? Why aren’t you treating me like before? Why does it concern you with whom I be with and with whom I won’t?” I said as tear escaped from my eye.
He was visibly shaking uncontrollably. His eyes so dark and icy, pain shimmering over, reminding me of the old, dark Vincent.
He pushed me releasing from his hold abruptly.
“ So predictable” He said under his breath, his voice conveying pure hatred.
“ A cheap slut always keep wh*ring around, no matter how much ever you treat her nicely. A wh*re is a wh*re after all....I wouldn't be surprised if you threw yourself in my arms
