**Isabella's POV**

The elevator doors slid shut and I pressed myself against the wall, breathing through my mouth so the metallic taste of blood wouldn't make me gag again. My reflection in the polished steel was a stranger: left eye swollen almost shut, purple blooming across the cheekbone like spilled ink, lower lip split and crusted.

"Oh my goodness! Oh my goodness!!"

Every heartbeat throbbed in my face. I blocked Ethan 's number before the elevator even reached my floor-thumb shaking so hard I almost missed the button.

'I don't want to die . I don't want to die like this! Not now!!'

Pass the street. The road. Even getting...