Isabella’s point of view
It’s been four days, almost a week since I saw him, my husband. He was avoiding me, he hasn’t showed up in our room since he took my virginity, maybe me being a virgin scared him away. I am not a virgin anymore, but him avoiding me makes me feel I have some sort of disease or something.
Bruno took what he wanted and didn’t even apologize for it, it’s not like his apology would matter anyway. He was a monster for taking me the way he did, and ignoring me for four days. I pulled at my sleeve and stared at my hand, the area where I cut myself. It wasn’t healing, that’s what I wanted. I made sure I slashed the knife over the wound everyday to remind myself of how worthless I was, how stupid I was and how much I deserve every pain in the world.
My stomach rumbled a
