Rene
I wake up to the sound of my doorbell and I lazily get up, groaning and stretching. My head is heavy from the amount of wine I drank last night.
“I’m coming!” I shout out as the person on the other side keeps pressing the bell over and over again.
Reaching it, I check through the peephole and it’s Chris. s**t! I guess it’s time.
“Chris, what-” I don’t even finish as he grabs me by the neck, wrapping his hand around my throat, and slams my back against the wall. My eyes are wide as saucers, his action taking me by surprise. Yes, I knew he would be mad, but I never expected this. He’s never put hands on me before.
“Give me one f*****g reason why I shouldn’t kill you right now?” He speaks through gritted teeth, squeezing tighter, completely blocking my airway. I scratch his hands,
