Camilla’s POV
Curling up like a ball, I moved away from the door to sit on the other end of the room. My chest hurt so much and it felt like jolts of electricity were rushing through my veins.
I shouldn’t be this hurt by what Matilda told me. I shouldn’t even be affected by anything but I’m more than affected.
Hitting my chest multiple times, I tried to get over the pain but nothing I tried worked. The pain kept coming back in multiple folds and the sound of Dylan knocking on the door was getting me angrier than I intended to be.
Why can’t he just leave me alone? Why does he feel it’s right to ignore me, make someone else his and then waltz back here and expect me to open the door just because he said he’s sorry?
What exactly is he sorry for?
“What do you want from me?” I yelled, cry
