**Isabella**
Razor stepped out from Cross's room, his eyes hardening as he saw me standing outside the door.
"Didn't I say not to leave the room?"
I instinctively took a weary step backwards, feeling my heartbeat rise uncontrollably. I was aware he was punishing Cross for who knows what. I swear you could fucking hear Cross's harrowing cries from miles away. And while I felt bad for Cross, that wasn't the reason I was here.
"It's my mother; she called me a few minutes ago. She's not feeling fine," I explained, looking at my feet, fingers fiddling with my dress.
I didn't lie, though; my mom actually called. Plus, I missed my parents so badly.
Razor was silent for a few seconds before he finally spoke. "Alright, you can go see your parents today, but you'll be coming back tomorrow."
My lips parted to protest, but from his raised brow, they shut automatically. "Yes, sir," I hurriedly complied.
