Alma’s pov
So, for the last three weeks, I have been a prisoner locked in my own room. I have been crying, screaming, and cursing at anyone near me. I have thrown every plate of food they had brought me back in their faces or on the floor, not even caring about the mess I made.
Mom has been crying a lot like it’s going to change my mind like I can do that about my mate. For every tear she sheds, my heart grows more bitter that I can’t see Santo, and I want to kill everyone that even has come close enough to care about me.
Dad is not letting anyone inside, just him and mom trying to get me to listen to their bullshit about this being for my own good. I told them I hated them so many times by now that I don’t think they even cared anymore. I never said that my whole life to anyone, and it
