(Grace)
I cried as Jax forced me up the stairs, nearly tripping on my feet repeatedly. He was so angry and it seemed my crying only fed his rage. He threw open his bedroom door and practically shoved me inside. I stumbled and fell as he slammed the door behind him.
I was shaking in fear and scooted away from him until my back reached the bed.
He whirled around to face me, his eyes filled with rage. I sobbed as terrible thoughts of what he'd do to me flooded my brain. He stomped over to me and pulled me by my wrists, roughly, to a standing position. He gripped my chin, digging his fingers into my skin. A whimper escaped my lips as I sobbed. He was breathing heavily as he held me.
Then suddenly, his face changed. It was like he was abruptly aware of my terror. He let go of my face and
