Marcella's POV
I took pride in knowing that my father never raised his hands on me. Once, when I was six, my nanny thought it wise to do so.
The last thing I remembered was her begging for forgiveness as my father dragged her towards the waiting police car.
No one ever raised their hands on me again. Until Savannah.
I was shocked. Stunned in fact at such brazen action. I fumbled with my words, trying to connect words so painful that it would equal the amount of pain she caused me, but somehow, I could not bring out the words.
"How dare you!" I finally managed to yell in anger.
But she still had that unfazed look on her face as she stared at me.
" You think you are so tough, don't you? How dare you?! How did you even manage to get a hold of my signature?" She asked me.
I scoffed.
