30- she's lying

30

~Lisa's POV

They didn't even let me explain.

Rough hands pushed me down the hallway, and before I could gather my thoughts or steady my breath, I was shoved into one of the old servant rooms. The door slammed shut behind me, and the harsh sound of the lock turning made me flinch.

It was dark. Cold. The room was bare except for a thin mattress on the floor and a broken wooden chair by the wall. Dust floated in the air, and the smell of old rags filled my nose.

I sat on the edge of the mattress, shaking. My cheeks were still wet with tears from earlier, and now they came back, fresh and hot. I covered my face with both hands, my shoulders trembling as the sobs tore out of me.

Why was this happening?

Why did they all think they could own me, hurt me, toss me around like I didn't matter?

And Milo…

I cried harder thinking about him.