In The Grip Of My Upper Hand

I need to make a decision before I leave this room today. I can let Isabella play me for a fool.

Well, ya…let her try…

But the fact is…I am not a man that easily backs down.

She has hurt me for far too many times, and for far too many times, I have given her the control and looked the other way. That control ends here today. I know deep in my heart that the final hurt is not over.

So, after taking several moments to clear my head and convince myself that this is indeed for the best, I get out of bed and glance over my shoulder at Isabella...

This was a mistake.

I have let my guard down for a second; for a second, I let my pain get the better of me. One moment of weakness will be my downfall. I knew that I should not have come here. There is a war raging in here, but there is an even bigger war raging in my heart.