Isabella's POV
"You should be thanking this family for even letting you breathe under our roof carrying who knows what inside of you." Those words broke me.
My nails dug deep into my palms, blood dropped, I clenched my fist, myself in the sharp pain.
Pain held me in that house, I was humiliated. The urge to run ran across my mind but a contract has been signed, as it always did, but I couldn't run anymore.
I bit my lower lip, tasting the sharp taste of my blood, my chest coming together, squeezing air out of me. I struggled for breath, I took faster, shallow and uneven draws of air in as though each insult she hurled at me was stealing the air from my lungs.
I could hear my heartbeat in my lungs,a drumbeat of raw anger and despair. I was so tired. So damn tired.
"Please, I'm sorry, I will never do that again." The words tore from me before I could stop them, my tears flooding down my eyes.