Bounded by Hate

4

Bella

"Who the hell allowed you to go clubbing?" he growls.

"Why do I need anyone's permission?" I ask, annoyed

"My patience is growing thin Bella."

"What do you want to hear from me?"

"I don't want you to go to any club again, don't let me find you. You will not like what I'll do." he says. I scoff.

That's the problem with men.

Sticking their nose wherever they can. Not

caring whether it is clean or not.

"Who are you to order me around?"

"Your fiance!"

My heart beat stood for a second. Floor disappears beneath me. But the shock was short lived as I say

"Funny."

"What I will do to you will not be funny Isabella." he leans in again. "You should know I am not joking." he finishes.

I gulp.

"Your dirty nose is not fitting here. So keep it away from my damn business." I told him. There was something seriously wrong with him.

He thinks he can order me around?

No way.

I hear him chuckle.

"They are such un-lady-like words. Wouldn't want to hear it from you again Bella." With that he starts the car again.

But the speed was normal. I take a breath of relief.

The ride back home was silent. He stops the car in front of our house.

Dad was at the door. He looked worried. But I don't feel bad, not a bit. I got out of the car and slammed the door as hard as I could. Dad glares at me.

"Daniel, come inside, it's late." I hear Dad say. I didn't stop to hear what his reply was.

"Isabella!" Mom's voice booms behind me. But I ignored it and went into my room. And lock the door. I had no intention of coming home. I was feeling suffocated here. And yet here I am.

By the way,that's not why I'm feeling like this... it is him.

Fiancee? Me? He is such a jerk and playboy, a controlling one on that. For saying those things to a girl. But... I can't remove him from my mind. His image is there.

Black hair, that jaw line, black eyes, leaned muscled body, that manly cologne. I shake my head. I have not gone on a date for so long.

My hormones are just acting up.

I pick up my phone. Then put it down. A knock on my door startles me. After debating I finally opened the door. Dad stood there. In his casual clothing.

"Daniel is staying here for the night. Make him something." Dad's voice was cold. That hurt in my heart was there again.

Fine, that's what he is going to do.

"Ask Mom." I tell him and try to close the door.

"She is sleeping, get up and make something for him." he says. His voice has an edge. I gulp. I was scared of my Dad for the first time.

"I don't want to."

"Go and make him something." he raises his voice. Tears prickle in my eyes. My Dad, who treated me like a princess, was shouting at me.

Because of that damn Daniel.

"I won't, Dad, go ahead and shout at your daughter as much as you want." I told him back.