Zachariah's POV.
I heard Rose's sobbing from the door. I fucken choked her. What the f**k is wrong with me? I took deep calming breaths before I walked toward my room. I just needed a drink before I spoke to her again.
When I walked back to the living room Rose was still on the floor, she was trembling with dried tears in her face, breathing hard to try and relax. f*****g i***t, I said to myself. Of course she was scared. She has PTSD. I cursed at myself for being so stupid to forget such a major thing. How could I strangle a victim of abuse?!
I stopped hesitating and walked into the room.
"What are still doing in the floor?" my voice was more angry than I had intended, but Rose didn't seem scared, she looked extremely tired if anything.
"S-sorry", she stuttered looking down and t
