Melissa’s POV
He was just standing there making me panic and pray for a savior to walk in. He isn’t moving or doing anything just standing there and staring at me. My heart is beyond racing, I am afraid it may pop out of my chest and land in my hands.
My palms are moist, and I can feel my forehead get sweaty too. The stray hair is sticking to my skin. My hands are slightly shaking but holding on to the sheets.
I don’t know how long I have been staring back at him keeping a watchful eye on him incase he makes a move but even then what’s the plan Melissa? Will you jump out of bed and fight him? Or will you just use your small girly voice and scream? It might be small but who knows, someone might hear me.
Where is Catherine whom at this point I don’t trust so much but at least someone w
