As Liam continues to rant, I can feel my mind slipping away from the present. I imagine myself at home, alone and free from all of this.

Suddenly, Liam’s grip tightens on my shoulders, which pulls me back to reality. I look up at him. He is angry, but I don’t fear him. Why? He can easily hurt me if he wanted to.

“That’s still what you want, huh? To leave me?! To leave us?!” he growls.

I didn’t try to pull away from him. Maybe I am just too tired.

“Well, Cassie, before you leave us. I will take whatever I can from you.”

And then, without warning, he...