I slammed my bedroom door, locking it behind me before pressing my back against it and sliding down until I was balled up on the floor.
Don’t cry. Don’t f*****g cry.
My cheek throbbed, the dull ache radiating through my skull, but that wasn’t the worst part. The worst part was the tight, suffocating grip of panic that wrapped around my chest, squeezing and squeezing and squeezing—Like something was still holding me down. Like I was still trapped.
I swallowed hard, pressing a shaky hand against my ribs.
Breathe, Ashleigh. Just breathe.
It wasn’t that bad, right? I mean, I’d dealt with worse. It's not like this was serious... he didn't actually HIT me or anything. That made a difference, didn’t it?
I squeezed my eyes shut, willing the memory away, but my mind kept looping back, forcing
