ninety five

Vanessa's POV

I rushed out of the kitchen, my heart pounding in my chest, tears streaming down my face. It felt like all the pain and suffering from my past came rushing back, engulfing me in a wave of overwhelming emotions. I had escaped Dante's toxic grip and found a new home, and now Elijah's mother had shattered it all.

As I ran up the stairs to my room, each step felt heavy, as if carrying the weight of my shattered dreams. Thoughts raced through my mind, a whirlwind of confusion, hurt, and anger. How could someone who was supposed to be family treat me this way? Why couldn't I catch a break?

I ran into my room and slammed the door shut, hoping to shut out the pain along with it. Collapsing onto my bed, I buried my face in my hands, trying to stifle the sobs that threatened to escape.

At that moment, I felt a mix of frustration and helplessness. I had thought that leaving Dante behind would bring me peace, and a fresh start. But now