KINSLEY POV:
My foot hurts when I try to move it but I feel numb at this point. I look into his blue clear eyes as he holds me safely again. I don't know what his deal is but I'm already upset and hurt that he just came into my room to ruin the paintings that I have .
"Kinsley,"he whispers and helps me stand up which just makes everything worse because I end up standing on my bad foot again.
I scream in agony at the pain from my twisted ankle . I try to back away from him but he holds me closer and tighter.
"Please let me go Knox ,"I cry desperately trying to ignore the pain in my foot because I'm too focused to even look at him anymore.
Maybe I'm not okay but those things are my private things where I let out my pain and feelings. He has no right to just ruin them like that but I
