Rose's POV
I was furious.
So furious that I barely felt my feet carrying me back upstairs.
The moment I entered my room, I slammed the door shut behind me.
“Damn it! Damn Lucas, and damn this God-forsaken house!” I screamed, running my fingers through my hair as I tried to control my anger.
“Who the hell does he think he is, deciding when I can or cannot have my own phone?” I yelled to myself.
The frustration inside me felt overwhelming.
It wasn’t just about the phone.
It was about the control.
The feeling of being trapped.
The feeling of someone else deciding what I could and couldn’t do.
“No,” I whispered, shaking my head.
“Never again.”
I paced around the room, my fists clenching.
“I will never allow anyone to treat me the way Keith did. Never again will I go back to those
