Isabelle jumped as John reached the door. She stepped back from him, shaking and wanting to get out of that apartment as fast as she could. She didn't want him to touch her. "I can and I will!" she insisted in a shaky voice. He may have been used to treating women this way or getting them to fall at his feet. She had once thought him kind, considerate, loving, the perfect handsome boyfriend package. That was not who she was looking at here.
"Move John." She had the cat and her luggage. She had nothing left here.