Aurora’s Pov
When I heard the knocking, my heart jumped into my throat. My palms were sweaty as I tightened my grip around the baseball bat I had bought earlier that day. It felt silly, holding a piece of wood as a weapon against someone like Ryan, but it was better than feeling helpless.
I didn’t want to see him, but here he was. He knocked again, calling my name, his voice steady yet firm. “Aurora, I know you’re in there. Open the door.”
My heart raced as I stood near the door, willing my breathing to quiet down. Maybe if I stayed silent, he’d leave. But then, his voice became more commanding, “Open the door, or I’ll break it down.”
Panic set in. I pressed myself against the wall, clutching the bat tighter. He wouldn’t actually break the door, would he?
The sound of the lock snappin
