Should I exchange seats?

Isabella's pov:

"You are coming with me." 

Was he talking to me? 

I looked back at him and indeed he has. 

"She is not." Uncle stepped in between us as he took a few steps towards me. 

I looked at Dad. He looked visibly anxious now but didn't say anything. It seemed like he was trying to make a decision but couldn't. 

"You know you can't stop me." His upper lip pulled up a bit as he said that. 

That was quite a strange facial expression. He never did that before and he looked quite wierd while doing that. 

"You," he looked at me, ignoring Uncle. "Go and sit in the car." 

Who does he think he is to give me orders like that? 

How does he even expect me to listen to him now when he has been ignoring my existence for several days. I didn't want to be in that place either but his demanding tone rose a sense of challenge in me. 

"I won't, I am staying here." I said back and kept on looking in is eyes.