How did he know where I lived?

"You should".

A cry fell from my lips as he twisted his hand up in my hair and pulled me closer to him. I could smell the alcohol on his breath, the stench on cigarettes making me feel sick.

"His threats are empty princess. Fuck, if he cared about you, I wouldn't be standing here. No one cares about you, only me".

"Don't call me that". I hissed.

A laugh fell from his lips. "You don't actually think he loves you do you. You're pathetic. You've always been ...