Let’s have a talk

Tara's POV

For the whole time this painful scenario played itself before me, I felt numb. I couldn't even respond to Richard asking me a simple question. At least though, I was able to capture the smile on his face. Ella quickly carried him and led him out. I stood there glaring at Arlo, unable to believe my eyes at how cruel he was being right now.

Then after a short while, he turned and stormed out leaving me all alone in my anxiety and depression. Somehow I made it to my room. Ella soon joined me.

"Hey I'm just checking up on ya, how're you doing?" She asked.

"He isn't like that." I found myself saying. "Even if I had hurt him, which I didn't even think he's still holding grudges for. Do you think he has a right to do this to me??"

She heaved in a deep sigh and sat beside me on the bed. "Maybe you don't deserve this. I hate Arlo right now, it's okay, let's both hate him—"