“Tell me one good reason I shouldn’t rip you apart,” he asked, shaking his head in disgust. “A low life like you cheating on me is something I will not tolerate in the Walters family,” he sneered.  

Tears streamed down my face, my eyes pleading with him, but my voice failed me. All I could do was stare, my lips quivering.  

“Wait until I tell them what you really are!” he shouted, grabbing a handful of my hair and pulling, threatening to rip it from my scalp.  
 
Losing her mother to the cold hands of death, Isabella was adopted by her father. She was treated like garbage and mocked by her step mother and step brothers. 

Just to escape the hell called home, she sneaks to a party and drowns herself in alcohol, there she had a one night stand with a mysterious male, but that single night would cost her dearly.

The air did not carry weight, but it pressed against my skin, stretched across the fragile boundaries of my existence, settled into the spaces where breath should have moved freely, where thoughts should have remained my own, where the world should have held shape instead of unraveling beneath something unseen, something ancient, something that did not belong within the limits of what could be understood.


Chapter 43 - The Hollow Passage