ISABELLA
When we got home, I ran straight to my room, locked the door behind me, and broke down in tears.
My chest ached as I wondered if my father even cared about everything that had been happening to me ever since he sold me to Antonio, or if he knew how miserable I truly was and how badly I wanted to escape.
At that moment, I was no longer certain that I would ever get away from him, no matter how hard I tried.
I guessed Sarah had been right all along. I shouldn't have gone to the club.
If I hadn't, Antonio would have never found me, and I would be somewhere far away from him, safe and free.
A knock on the door made me jump. I slowly got up from the floor and wiped my face.
"May I come in?" he asked, and I went and opened the door.
He looked annoyed, and the s
