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~Lisa's POV
The morning was cold, but I wasn't even aware of it. My mind was heavy, my body weak. I had no choice but to leave with Bella and the guards. It wasn't like I wanted to, but what else could I do?
I sat still. Bella kept muttering some insultive words. My lips pressed tight together. I didn't even have the energy to answer back. What was the point? If I spoke, she would only throw harsher words. If I stayed quiet, at least I could save myself from hearing more.
I leaned my head back against the wood of the carriage and closed my eyes. My father's face came into my mind. His smile. His voice when he used to tell me bedtime stories. The way he always told me I was strong, even when I didn't feel like it.
Tears burned my eyes, but I blinked them away quickly. I didn't want to give them the satisfaction of seeing me cry.
I whispered softly to myself, so low they wouldn't hear.
"I miss you, Papa. I wish you were here. You'd know what to do. You'd protect me."
