Chapter Thirty-Seven
Angelica Winter's POV The thoughts won't stop. Ever since I saw my father, my head won't stop filling with terrible things. It's like I have no control over myself. When I looked at him, all I saw was red, and I knew what I was doing, but I just couldn't stop. I don't even feel guilty. I think that's the worst part of it all. "Hey, beautiful," I felt a hand cup my cheek and I opened my eyes, squinting up at the man before slowly realizing it was Axel, "do you think you'll be okay on your own? I'll only be gone twenty minutes at most." I shook my head frantically, "n-no! He will hurt me, he's going to hurt me, you can't leave. Take me with you," I breathed, throwing myself into his hold. * "Hey, sweetie," my mother smiled warmly, setting her keys down onto the hook and sliding her s
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