What should I say?
What could I say?
I'd never seen Carlisle this angry. I could practically feel his bruising grip on my wrist as I followed him, my steps were clunky. His pace was far faster than mine as I tried to walk continuously so as not to pose more of a burden to him.
I wanted to call out his name. I wondered if he would treat Francesca like this. Would he tenderly hold her hand instead of dragging her as if she was just a rag doll? Then again, I wasn't meant to be treasured with love.
I had upset him greatly. I had been blinded by my own ignorance.
My breathing continued to quicken as I laughed at my own naivete. Why did I believe that Carlisle wouldn't hurt me? Why had I placed my faith in him? I didn't understand why I had become so foolish. I couldn't even talk, my body had crystallized into silence. It couldn't be as bad as Richter.
