A R I A N A
Dante’s grip on my arm was like iron, he held firmly like I was a criminal cut in the act.
He didn’t say a word.
He just pulled me through the park, away from Angelo who was still lying on the ground people were staring, but he didn’t seem to care.
“Dante, please,” I begged, trying to dig my heels into the grass. “Let go! You’re hurting me!”
He didn’t even look at me his face was a cold, the same face he had when he was beating Angelo, my heart pounded with fear.
Was he going to hurt me too? Was all that gentleness from before just a lie?
I was afraid of him, he had the look my father puts on whenever he was going to hit me, if anything much more worst.
I know I made a mistake, I should have ran away after he disagreed to sign the divorce papers, I should have never
