Amelia's POV
I wanted him to let me go. The reason behind all of this was his fault to begin with. The torture he done put me through and didn't even have the nerve to apologize for his actions. I felt his arms wrap around me tighter but in the end, I just pushed my body away from him, escaping the grip on me. I could tell his eyes were on me when I stood up and went to the door to tell him to leave. I looked down, room still dark. He didn't move for a few then he sighed and stood from the bed.
"Amelia, this has been happening for too long. Please let me help you." He said sadly with a hint of worry in his voice. I stayed quiet and turned my head while looking down at the floor. A tear escaped me as the past flashed through my head and now I feel my nails in my arm. I needed a distract
