37

KATHERINE

“Get in.”

“No.” I heard my voice tremble and amidst the heavy downpour of the rain, I stared at him defiantly. I can tell just how stupid I sounded but this was the only way I can get the rest of the cruel, particularly harsh words away I have been getting all my life from my body.

I hope at least I can cleanse myself of everyone's hatred.

“Get in!” He grunted once again from the door. Derek is losing it, I can see his men restraining from lunging at me and shoving me inside because of my state.

“No!” I eyes him carelessly, my suffering that would still follow suit smeared at the back of my head as a heavy reminder.

“Now!”

“You can't make me—” I actually laughed, avoiding eye contact with him as my cheeks heated. Before I could turn back around and know what's happening, two men had already gotten behind me, my legs kicking in protest as they forced me inside. And not just anywhere but inside his room.

I stood there and watched water drip from my cloth