ISABELLA
As I ran out of the house, I could still feel his blood on me. It remained glued to my skin, my hands. My bare foot slapped against the cold marble, then grass, and then gravel. I ran towards the back gate, slamming into it since I was moving too fast to slow down on time. But I barely felt the pain in my shoulder as I searched for the lock.
I found it, and when I tugged at it, it unlocked.
“Oh!” I breathed a sigh of relief as I pushed the gates open and kept running. I felt sharp stones and sticks prick through my foot, but I pushed that pain to the back of my mind. Right now, all I want to focus on is getting out of here. Away from him. From them.
I wanted to get away from that look of betrayal and anguish in his eyes. I wanted to run far, far away from his blood on my ha
