COLT
"Get the hell away from me!"
Something crashes. A lamp. Then a sharp, choked gasp, like she’s swallowing down a scream.
Fuck.
I barely register the book hitting the floor before I’m moving, shoving up from the chair so fast it topples over. My foot knocks into something—a glass, a damn bottle maybe—and sharp pain slices up my heel. Barefoot. Whatever. Doesn’t f*****g matter.
The door isn’t locked, but I kick it open anyway, the wood slamming against the wall with a violent crack.
Then I see her.
And my f*****g heart stops.
Amanda.
Curled in the corner of the bed like a wounded animal, her knees drawn to her chest, arms wrapped around herself like she’s trying to keep from breaking apart. She’s shaking. Violently. Her breaths come too fast, too shallow.
Her nails dig into he
