The Wedding Day
Shauna screamed, awakening to Jonathan’s hand locked around her throat at three in the morning. “J...Jonathan.” She pushed at his sturdy grip. “Jonathan, I can’t breathe.”
He squeezed tighter, veins pulsated in his neck. “Where is he?” His voice didn’t even sound human. “Where is he?”
“J...Jonathan.” Shauna coughed, clasping his wrist. “I...I can’t breathe.”
He ripped the sheet off her, exposing her raised nightgown. “Where is he, Shauna?”
She coughed, rubbing her neck. “Are you crazy?”
“Lewis is gone. Where is he?”
“I don’t know what happened.”
He extended his neck, a V-shaped crease forming in his forehead. “You helped him, didn’t you?”
“Wait, a minute.” She scooted to the edge of the bed. “You’re wrong.”
“The f**k I’m wrong.” He yanked her by the neck and slamm
