Amelie
I marched inside the house, my skin felt stretched taut and burning hot from the rage I was feeling. For the humiliation of his words. In not so many words he had accused me of wanting to sleep with Albert. But inside, inside I was feeling cold. So cold, it felt like my heart was pumping ice in my veins instead of blood.
“There you are, do you want—” I ignored Meril, her sweet voice had my throat closing and I felt like I was going to cry. Stupid me. So I didn’t pause or look at her as I raced across the hall and made my way upstairs, straight into my room.
I beelined to the bathroom, slamming the door behind me but it just banged open at the contact with a loud noise, and it still didn’t make me feel any better. Fûcking arsehole. If I could just rewind back a few minutes, I’d pu
