CHAPTER Forty Seven Ranting

　　Elena's POV.

　　I felt like a total failure, everything seemed to go wrong.

　　If I should agree to go with him, how do I prove my anger? But I can't even drive. I felt frustrated, I can't believe I messed up. Am I not good enough? Why can't I find men who genuinely love me? I thought to myself, feeling like screaming.

　　"Elena, your wounds need to be cared for," he said, his voice firm but gentle.

　　I rolled my eyes, "Fine, take me," I said, handing him my keys. I couldn't believe I was doing this, but I had no choice. I was in no state to drive, and I needed help.

　　As I got into the passenger seat, I felt a pang of frustration. Why did I always end up in these situations? Why did I always need to be rescued? I felt like I was losing my independence, my control.

　　But as we drove away, I couldn't help but notice the way he looked at me, with a mixture of concern and care.