*Della*
“Can you please let go?" My hand grew sore from the way she grabbed it. The words I spoke were forced out of my mouth in pain.
Yanking my arm away like it was a plaything, she walked to the sofa. “We are going to have this conversation while sitting. It is going to be a long one," she uttered.
“I don't want to hear anything you have to say! You just hurt me! I am going to see Mr. Cary, and he's the only one I'll be talking to," I stubbornly responded.
“Awww. Such a brave girl. Well… I'm so glad to tell you that Mr. Cary isn't here and won't be coming back soon. If you are as wise as I think you are, you'd sit."
“No! I don't want to sit! If he isn't here, then I'm leaving!"
Turning to leave, I'm ready to rush out the front door but I'm suddenly halted in my tracks when I
