The Wrong Reasons

ARYA’S POV I woke up to pain radiating through my shoulder from where I had hit the floor. For a disoriented moment, I didn't know where I was or what had happened. I blinked, slowly taking everything in and it all came rushing back. The argument with Marco and his hands on me, pushing me. The door slamming and the lock clicking shut. I was on the floor of my bedroom, still in yesterday's clothes, my body stiff from sleeping on the hardwood. Dante. Panic seized me as I scrambled upright, my head spinning from the sudden movement. But he was still in his bassinet by the bed, sleeping peacefully, completely unaware that his mother had passed out on the floor. Thank God. Thank God he was okay. I pushed myself to standing, using the bed for support, and stumbled to the door. It was still locked. "Marco!" I pounded on the wood, my voice hoarse. "Marco, let me out! Please!" There was no response. . I hit the door harder, again and again until my palms stung. "MARCO! You can't do this! Let