ISLA
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It had been, at least, two hours after my confrontation with Lorenzo, but I was still trembling. It was like my world came crashing down on me after he admitted to the killing of my family.
I didn’t know if he was brave, stupid, or sick for keeping me under his roof. Wasn’t he scared I’d do something stupid like burning his house down with all of us in it?
After I just tried to stab him, he still turned around, not caring that I could attempt to kill him again. He didn’t believe I was a threat and I honestly didn’t blame him. I hated the way my hand trembled around the knife. I hated how easily he subdued me. I hated how much stronger he was than me. I hated him. I didn’t want to see him.
My throat was dry but I didn’t move. I couldn’t. Lorenzo was f*****g with me. Maybe i
