Grace
You know that moment when you’re just f****d?
And I don’t mean the good kind, I mean the kind where your brain scrambles like a panicked mouse mapping escape routes. Duck left, dodge right, maybe bluff your way out, but every single path ends the same.
That was me, right now. f****d.
It was almost funny, really. There was a literal door right in front of me. I could just open it, step out, and walk out. Freedom was a few steps away. But my body wouldn’t move, because I knew down to my bones that if I ran, he’d catch me in three strides. And something told me that running might actually make things worse.
He wasn’t blocking the entrance. He only leaned against the bathroom door, arms folded, but the way he did it was like a lion crouched in tall grass, eyes locked on its prey, p
