Chapter 18
“And if I don’t?” That word lingered in my head as he asked. It rendered me speechless, unable to say anything; I continued to struggle with his grip on my both hands. A tear crawled down my cheeks and it landed on the shirt I was wearing. I began to panic as he pushed me back to a counter inside the kitchen.
“Please...leave me,” I sobbed. I was never taught how to fight in these situations, I guess because it never happened to me until now.
Arthur shot me a evil look before releasing one of my wrists but as soon as he did that, he grabbed my place and slammed my head on the wall.
He scoffed and asked, “You think James will marry you?” The question he asked sent shivers down my spine. His fingers pressed onto my cheeks hardly as he waited for his reply.
“I don’t know,”
