Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

Take the family who left me here with you. Take the fucking
clothes off my back and make me walk out of here naked!”
Sobs filled my throat, but I refused to let them loose. “I would
gladly do it if it meant getting away from you!”
He rushed up to me, grabbing the back of my neck. “You
were in love with me.”
“It wasn’t the real you. It was nothing but an act!”
I slapped his hand away and shoved him in the chest.
“You shouldn’t have killed her,” I said, digging deep for
the worst fucking things that would ever come out of my
mouth. “She was the only one who was ever going to love
you. She was the only one who wanted to touch you and take
care of you and be around you!”
He breathed hard, labored, like he was struggling for air.
“Everyone else you have to hold prisoner!” I snarled. “You
have nothing and no one! No one can stand you!”
“S…s…stop,” he gasped, sucking in air. “Just please stop.”
“I hate you!”
“Winter, please don’t,” he begged, and then I felt him
move away, his body hitting the wall and sliding to the floor.
“Please stop. Just stop.”
He grunted, like he was in pain, and I stood there, still hot
from my fury and tears welled in my eyes, threatening to fall.
He said again, barely a whisper, “Please stop. Please.”
I stood there, my fingers curled into fists. What was wrong
with him?
Why wasn’t he storming out or charging for me and
throwing me on the bed like he threw me on the floor in the
haunted house?
He just sat there, the air pouring in and out of his lungs,
turning calm after a few minutes, but I fisted my hands,
staying charged.
Who was he? Who the hell was he?