39. Not done

Isabelle

I thought we were done, but we were nowhere near it. Things were just getting started. But of course, I didn't know that and neither did he.

"Just like that?" I was stunned as I realized what had just happened. Our deal! "My parents, Luce! What about my parents?"

"I don't care," he glared at me, "I never cared. You say you aren't weak, so prove it. Protect your family. Protect yourself. Don't look for me to save you because I won't be there. Pray about it."

"I can't believe you," I was still. "I really hate you."

I stormed off with my lunch. It had started to rain. "Just my luck," I said under my breath. I walked under the awning until I couldn't anymore. My favorite tree welcomed me without asking any questions.

The rain turned into drizzle and I allowed myself to bask in its glory. Something about it just felt right. For some reason, the ground beneath the tree wasn't wet and so I sat down without a care in the world.

I ate the rest of my lunch silently. I inhaled the f