Cassandra POV
I could feel hot tears pouring from my eyes as I turn back.
I hate it, I hate how he makes me feel, I hate how I can’t think when he is in front of me. There is a part of me that has started to fear him, that wins every time I face him.
Every time, every dammed time, he is there, I can’t breathe, it feels like I am going to die, just like the way I felt when he assaulted me the first time. I fear that he would hurt me again and this time it will kill me, I know, I know it is not true, I know it is not real, but then why does it scare me so much?
Can you tell me why? I raise my eyes to the sky for answers. More tears.
I start to run, run to the only place which could get me calm. My body feels like it is on fire, my clothes are dripping in sweat.
I take everything
