“ Look at me when I talk to you b*tch!” Vincent hissed at me clearly getting pissed.

“ I hate you!” I spat the words like fire at him.

“What’s new in that? “He held my wrist with a steel grip “ Come on start crying that is what you’re always excelling at most.” Vincent mocked me, derision twisting his face.

Anger flickered in me, reminding me how degraded I was by his each and every cruel actions he threw upon me.

He would never change. That simply wasn’t impossible.

“ I was all wrong, a person’s true colour will always show within time. For some moments I was fooled,...