Isabella’s POV
“I’d rather die,” I shouted, shoving Antonio back from me.
“You will learn to love me, Isabella,” Antonio stated. “You will be mine, and you will love it.”
“Never,” I said, matter-of-factly. “I’m going to check on Bryanna.”
I walked to the bathroom door and knocked.
“Go away,” Bryanna screamed.
“It’s me, Isabella,” I called through the door.
Bryanna opened the door. “What do you want?” Bryanna scoffed.
I pushed her inside, stepped into the bathroom, and closed the door, locking it. Then I did something I thought I’d never do. I hugged Bryanna Charlton. She broke down in my arms, sobbing heavily.
“Isabella, I don’t know what to do,” Bryanna cried.
“You’re going to go to the pharmacy and ask for the morning-after pill,” I advised.
“I can’t,” Bryanna sobbed. “I hav
