17 - Your worth

17

~Lisa's POV

"I'm sorry," I said, turning slightly to face Belinda, keeping my head down. My voice was soft, barely above a whisper. "It won't happen again."

Belinda scoffed loudly, flipping her hair over her shoulder like she was brushing my apology away. Before I could take another step, Damon's voice snapped through the room.

"What can you even do right?" he barked.

I froze in place.

His words felt like a knife, cutting through the little strength I had left. I couldn't look at him. I couldn't even breathe right. My lips moved without sound for a second before I found the strength to speak again.

"I'm sorry," I repeated, my voice smaller this time. "I'll fix it."

No one answered me. Just silence. Heavy and thick.