Donna Davis’s Pov
When I felt terrified, my hands would shake, but I would never dare let go of what I was holding on to. My biggest concern was that after I released his grip, he wouldn't let go of me again. There are kids living in the house. How am I supposed to go about leaving the children at home by themselves? "Let me go back, I don't want to be here...",
My wrist was seized with his backhand by Sean Matthews, who had black eyes at the time, and I was immediately taken into the hallway.
"Ah!"
When I got into the elevator, I was shoved into the wall, which hurt my back.
"Don't... my PTSD...,"
In front of me, Sean Matthews presented a towering figure that exuded a potent air of repression. The icy gaze of his eyes landed over my skin. He then took off his tie and replied, "th
