POV: Breanna
I take a step back and see Simon's eyes grow angry.
"Don't move," he orders coldly and I obey. "Good girl."
My heart races and my hands shake.
Pure fear is what runs through my veins.
It's been three years since I've seen Simon, but he still scares me as if he's been right next to me all along.
"Italy, sunshine?" he asks with a smile. "I don't remember authorizing that."
The air catches in my lungs and he knows the fear he causes me, knows the control he has over me.
"Breathe, Breanna, we still have a lot to talk about," Simon says with false compassion.
"Sit down," Professor Lopez orders and I look at Simon, who nods, giving me permission to move.
I hate the control he has over me, but I've learned the hard way that he gives orders and I obey.
"Joel and Susie died
