"Let me go!" I cry out, Axel shoving me up against a tree without much force. I expected him to be harsher, rather slamming me into the truck rather than lightly doing so. I would expect him to be more furious because of what I did. Because I laid a hand on him, his head jerking to the side. "Charlie will come for me and you will let me go. I don't want to see your damn face every again!"
His eyes seem to hold no spark, as if affected greatly by the words I speak. Why should they matter? Why does he claim me to be his?
"You killed those people. You murdered the ones who went out into the forest because it was all fun and games to you."
He stays silent, rather pressing his forehead against my own as bile rises in my throat. The cold air nips at my skin, memories flashing through my mind
