Writer’s POV
Zayne stormed out of the room, his mind spinning with anger and disgust. He didn’t want to see Vanessa or Zach for now. Not after what he had just witnessed. His fists were clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white, and his heart pounded violently in his chest. How could Vanessa do something like that? How could she stoop so low?
He needed air. He needed to calm down, but every time he thought about what he saw, rage bubbled inside him all over again.
He wandered through the hallway, trying to shake off the anger, when suddenly he heard a scream. A high-pitched, terrified scream. His body froze for a second, and then he sprinted toward the sound. It was coming from one of the rooms down the hall.
For a moment, he hesitated, unsure whether to open the door or not.
