Viola's POV.

I sat there in the car, tears streaming down my face like a never-ending rainstorm.

I was sobbing so hard my chest hurt.

"Please, Mathew, just take me home," I begged him over and over.

My voice cracked with every word.

"I can't do this anymore. I need to go back to my dad's place right now!"

He just kept yelling at me.

His face was red and twisted in anger.

He shouted things like, "You're not going anywhere, Viola! You think you can just cry and run away from this? ...