Chapter 28

Joan’s POV

Isaac was the only person I could run to; he had money, well, not off his own, but he was the only extra person that somehow entered my life who had no flaws aside from perfection; he had no flaws, and it was the only thing that provoked me.

I couldn’t find a fault with him, which should be good, but my fucked-up like couldn’t deal with it somehow. I was a magnet for weirdos like Mom and the rest of this wacky building.

But I was going to put it to an end. I was going to leave the house for them; they should eat the building down for all I cared. It was the last time I was going to be threatened and sleep-deprived.

Taking my phone I dialed Isaac, and just like his perfect self, he picked after the first ring.

“Isaac, I know it’s late... I really wanted to ask for a favor." It was really harder to say than I thought, but he was curious to know why I would call him the dead of the night, as he tends to ask so many questions, like, What’s wrong? Are you home? Did anything happ