Almost two days have passed since I have been driving and resting at unfamiliar houses, I don’t know why I ever went to that stupid base, every conversation plays repeatedly in my damn head, damn him for doing this to me, damn him.
“Damn it,” I hush my noise and listen closely to the front door, whatever is out there knows I’m in here, “Issabella,”
This can’t be happening; how did he find me? Did he follow me around? Keeping my silence is the best move. Luckily for me, I was clever enough to occupy the door. Oh, boy; I miss Ethan…
“Keep it together…” There’s no time for me to mourn over him, “Issabella, I know you’re in there, open this fuc-ing door,” Is he crazy? He will alert every damn bitter in this damn neighborhood if he keeps this up.
I tiptoe toward the bathroom and silently cl
