It’s Not Like You Tell Me Everything
(From Ella's Perspective)
I knew I was being harsh to Dad, but that was the truth. I needed him to know what I truly was feeling. I did not want to give him false hope saying that I could forgive him because I never could.
Forgiving was never something I could do. Perhaps I was a cold-hearted monster that Linda called me. If someone did something bad to me or tried to do, I would take revenge and make them feel what it felt like to be put in that position.
Leandro and Dad knew each other before, but I could not understand how. But one thing was sure- they did not like each other. I wished he would tell me what was going on between them.
I went back to the castle after Leandro wrapped my knee with his handkerchief and threw away the one I used before. He was telling me again and again not to get into much trouble and showed me how to wrap a wound properly though I still did not learn as I was much more focused on his face at that moment.