I toss the covers all the way back and sit on the side of the bed, hoping it will snap me out of this nightmare. I need to wake up. I need to stop this craziness.
"You are not leaving, I will not allow it! We are not finished!" he growls.
"Oh, so now I'm your prisoner?" My anger overrides the fact that I should probably be scared shitless right now. I know what he's capable of.
"Do not make me force you to stay," he says in a much calmer voice.
Do I have a choice?" I snap back.
"You always have a choice. The question is, will you make the right one."
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
"How do you feel about your mother?" he shoots back.
Stay calm, Candice.
I shrug. "She's an angry alcoholic who has deep issues with abandonment. Is that what you want to hear?"
"I only want
