Isabella's POV:
How long has it been since he last called me that? Eight years? Nine? I can't tell. A lot happened in those years.
"Does it suddenly bother you, that you can't have children?" Richard asked, taking predatory steps over to me. My body trembled out of fear. I suddenly didn't want to be here. I was starting to see that this was a terrible idea. Why did I even come to him? What was I expecting would happen?!
He kept advancing, and I took steps back. Moving back till my back hit the wall. In a burst of panic, I swerved to the side. The door was only a few inches away. If I could get to it then I could run.
Richard was faster. He grabbed my hair and pulled me back, slamming me into the wall. He jerked my head back, pushing my body further into the wall. I grabbed his hand,
