Ava

I stormed into my room, slamming the door behind me. I dropped onto the bed, letting out a deep sigh. My gaze fixed on the ceiling as I pulled the hair tie from my hair, running my fingers through the silky strands. Another heavy sigh escaped me, my face creased in frustration. I was so furious—so damn angry—that I bit my bottom lip so hard I could taste my own blood.

I couldn’t stop thinking back to an hour ago when I’d tried to leave any way I could, but Patrick refused to let me go. He pulled me close and kissed me. I pulled away quickly, my hand...