Rosalie
I slowly began counting to ten, taking deep breaths with each number I spoke, bringing myself back down to reality after my little outburst. I couldn't stop myself, once the words left my mouth It was like a constant stream of vomit, my body unable to control the anger I felt towards Enola. But most of all the anger I felt towards myself for feeling sorry for the hag.
Lucian had left the room after the third pillow hit him he told me I was to calm myself as it was not healthy for the baby, like that would be possible with her moving back into the room next to ours.
I just released years of anger, and he took the lot. I knew he didn't deserve most of it and my anger towards him and Enola took the brunt of it. I called him all the names I could think of for having two women pregn
