Amelia's POV
"Mmm..." I mumbled words as the tape Isla used to seal my mouth wouldn't let me speak.
Tears had already started streaming down my cheeks as I envisaged the worst things she would do to me.
"Do you want to say something, sweetheart?" Isla turned, giving me a pitiful look.
I nodded slowly, and Isla smiled and reached out and removed the tape from my mouth.
"Why?" I exhaled, staring into Isla's cold eyes.
"I thought I had explained, sweetheart, Gray wants you back." My stepmother smiled, her eyes still on the road.
"Why would you want to do that to me? Why would you want me to suffer in his hands again?" Sobs racked through my body.
"Aww, honey. I thought you wanted this, sweetheart—"
"Stop calling me sweetheart," I gritted.
"Sorry, dear, I can remember how devastated
