ISABELLA POVA sense of unyielding resistance rose up inside me. I shook my head in defiance. “ No.” My Dad’s face turned red with rage. “ You will return to your room right this instant and forget about this nonsense, Isabella!” But, I refused to back down. “ It’s okay for Mia to complain unnecessarily for no valid reason whatsoever, and you don’t call that a tantrum.” I said, my voice steady. “ But when it comes to me, it’s suddenly a tantrum?” My Dad’s expression turned ugly. “ I’m not about to have this conversation, neither am I gonna argue with you, Isabella.” I smiled, but it was tinged with a deep-seated anger. “ You should be glad I’m leaving. After all, that’s what you’ve always wanted, right?” My Dad’s face twisted in anger, “ Isabella!” and he raised his hand to hit me, I flinched, preparing for the impact. But before his hand could make contact with my face, a firm voice yelled out from behind him. The loud voice cut through the air, m
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