54. BLOOD FOR BLOOD

KATERINA

I eventually walked out on him after a dirty glare, even if my heart was racing fast.

The driver was already in the front seat, pretending to be oblivious to everything that had happened outside. What if he had choked me to death? He was just going to sit here and pretend he did not see anything happen?

The thought caused a lot of a flashbacks to re-emerge in my mind and I fought to stay in the present but lost. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I thought about history repeating itself again. This just showed how much of a devil Vincent was, and I swore, I was going to bring him down with my own hands.

He thought he had reinforced, and he was one or two steps ahead of me. Oh, only if he knew… I thought to myself.

I stayed at the backseat, crying silently until I got home. And here I thought he was the only one who could not trigger my trauma; it was always okay with him. But I guess I had hard limits.

At home, it was lonely. I really needed to talk to someone, so after retiring