**Elizabeth's POV**

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I froze in place, embarrassed and shocked, why had Brandon misunderstood my intentions?

My mind went blank, I did not know what to do. The churned pulp from the orange juice fell from my head to my chest. I looked at the orange color that intruded into my vision, and I felt it was worse than blood.

"There must be some misunderstanding..." I tried to explain in sign language.

"Stop lying! Get the hell out of here! I do not want to see you!" Brandon interrupted my explanation as he grabbed my wrist and dragged me to the door.

"Get out of here! Bitch!"

I noticed that...