Lena's POV

“ Let go of me!” I yelled as Mike pulled me into the house, my house really. He pushed me down to sit once we were in the living room. “ You know, I could call the cops on you,” I threatened.

“ You're not in the position to make demands. What do you think you're doing?!” He shouted at me.

“ I have no idea what you're talking about,” I looked away refusing to say a word.

“ You know what I'm talking about and you have lots of explaining to ...