Isabella's pov
I walked back to my room and asked the guard to wait outside. I slammed the door closed and grunted in anger, I was so angry.
I looked at my hand, it was still trembling. That bitch Avery, I couldn't believe she could make me feel fear. She must feel so proud of herself right?! She must feel freaking high right now.
That bastard, she was looking down on me, wasn't she? She ... arrrgh!!!!!!
I smashed a vase on the ground but it did nothing to soothe my anger so I went into a rampage around the room. I climbed on the bed and ripped it to shreds. I screamed each time I inserted the scissors into the foam.
I ripped the curtains, tearing them to shreds. I flung various things across the room. I was angry, my chest was heaving and my eyes were red. I felt hot, my blood was boiling and it was making me feel horny.