ANASTASIA
"Anna, what happened?" Arnold came into the room to meet the place messy.
I was sitting right in the bathroom, feeling lost.
He walked in and squatted next to me, checking my hands to see Diego's handprints on me.
He was stunned.
He lifted his eyes to look into my gaze, carefully cupping my face in his hold. "Anna, what led to this? Why is this place so messy?"
"Arnold," I called, taking his hands off my face. "Please help me."
"Anna."
"I don't want to stay here with that man anymore. I want to go, please!" I begged, crying before him.
Arnold became worried. He begged me not to think about leaving, promising to talk to Diego.
"I'll go and see him and..."
"I DON'T CARE ANYMORE!" I sparked angrily at him, expressing my frustration. "NO MORE, PLEASE! The Diego I fell in
