Chapter 18

Alvara's Point of View

I could hear the scream before registering who it came from. Eugene stood in front of me, eyes filled with nothing but fury and hate. Angelique stood in the small pathway between the kitchen and living room, hands to her mouth. She was screaming. Her eyes were filled with terror.

Swinging my head back forward, I felt the blood trickle from my nose. It hadn't even been properly set since last night, meaning I would feel it even more after this. Yet he had to hear what I needed to say. Backing down now would only cement the dread inside of me. For too long I had kept silent. Obedient. Even Angelique had beaten me down. Looking at her now, I knew where she would draw her lines. Too little, too late.

"You are right, she isn't the bitch. You're the bitch." I shat, letting my blood trickle to the floor. Hatred blossomed inside my chest and I could feel every positive emotion flow out of me. Another slap landed on my