Elena's POV
I had gotten fed up. I couldn't quite place my feelings. Pacing about my room I got even more upset. That wasn't my house, why should I put up with them? Yes, they helped me get help but who said I had to be there, at Nava's?
I flickered my eyes, boiling on the inside and frustrated in my mind, I moved to take a seat at the bottom of my bed, I had never been so uncomfortable sitting on a bed. I just couldn't, I got up.
Was it Nava getting me this mad? Or Michael? Or the thought that Ethan had been making love to Ann, what he never did with me, like I was some abomination and no, it wasn't me being jealous, it was me feeling betrayed. I don't know but that was the feeling I got. Betrayal.
Right in the same apartment, as the man, I love, why? Because we are related somehow so what? I was supposed to be cool with it.
Just then Michael burst in.
"I– do not want to see you," I said and then turned my back to him.
