Emma…
I wake to the sound of a fist pounding on my bedroom door. I jolt straight up in bed and my journal falls to the floor. My heart deafening my ear as it slams against my ribs.
Oh my God…
I see Rick standing there against the door frame, looking like a wild beast with his clothes hanging and wrinkled. His cloudy hazel eyes track over my body and he stumbles in.
“Why are you NOT in my bed!” he growls.
Shit, I fell asleep writing in my journal. I quickly climb off the bed. “Sorry, I fell asleep.”
“Shut up. I don't want to hear your excuses.”
He stops just before me and the smell of booze flogs around him.
“Yes, Rick, I’m sorry,” I say shaking.
Rick’s face twists as his eyes glass over and he looks down his nose. He reaches out and grips my arm tightly. “Let’s GO!”
I start to
