= 33 = Insecurity

EMBER's POV

"Ivan, Ivan... I want to talk to my papa," I said as soon as we entered his apartment.

"Later, Ember," he said, and I gasped in pain when he let go of my hand. Oh God, it's hurting badly. I looked at my wrist and found his handprint. Throughout the whole way, he was gripping my hand tightly.

"I don't want him to get any false news, so let me tell him," I said, and he looked at me. I found anger in his stare.

"Let him know whatever he gets to know. Let him think whatever he wants to think. I don't care. I am here to handle everything, so stay assured," he said. How can he say this? The man he is talking about is my papa. I don't want him to misunderstand me.

"No," I mumbled, and without caring about my situation, he walked away. He will not listen. Oh God, please help me. I bent over to take off my heel sandal. My legs are hurting badly.

I hissed in pain as soon as I took off my sandals. Oh, I got some bruises. Why would I not get them? He literally dragged me like I am any