Chelsea's P.O.V

“Let go of me” I yelled at Thalia furiously, pushing away her hand that rested roughly on my shoulder blade. The anger that was boiling in me knew no bounds. How could she destroy something that I was still nurturing, an emotion that was still striving to survive, why would she do such a thing to me? I can imagine all the things that will be going on in Chelsea's head. She probably hates me already, she despises me, and I long to tell her I am sorry, to explain to her that all these things were framed up by Chelsea, she is a wench, an evil master...