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~ISABELLA~

The following night, around 7 PM, I went out of my room in hopes that Antonio wasn't around.

I needed something to drink and didn't want to bother the lady who was assigned to help me with whatever I needed.

But to my unfortunate surprise, I found Antonio in the living room on a call.

I realized that it was too late for me to turn back and decided to rush to the kitchen.

I thought that I was going to get myself a drink, maybe a snack, and then rush back to my room.

But when I heard his footsteps behind me in the kitchen, every bone in my body froze.

"You haven't said a word to me after the incident. Are you angry at me?" He asked.

I closed my eyes and wondered how the fuck I even got here.

I wondered how I was even going to get myself away from him for good.

I turned around slowly and looked at him, "I'm not mad, Antonio. I'm not mad that you're a murderer."

He scoffed as he walked to me, "I wouldn't have murdered them on your account if you didn't run away from m