Chapter sixty seven

Emily's POV

“Where do you think you are going?” He yelled at me and grabbed me by the arm, he had a threatening glare on his face. I struggled but he wouldn’t let go of me and pushed me back into the doorframe that was behind us.

The panic in my eyes that left me wondering why he was here spoke for me.

“You thought you were saved from me, didn't you? Well, it's too late now. You're a monster. And a whore. You don't deserve me." he sneered. "Get out of my sight." He pushed me again to make it clear he wasn't kidding. It hurt. The slap echoed off of the walls and all around.

I wanted to tell him that he was the monster here and that I am nothing like him. That I could never be so bad as he is. That I just want to be normal. But the words died in my throat after he hit me.

And as usual, he grabbed me by the roots of my hair, and yanked me down the hall until he finally slammed me against a wall next to where the kitchen used to be. I gasped in pain from the impact and looked up at him