ELEANOR
Armando yelled through the door, his voice booming and full of rage.
"Open the damn door, Eleanor! How dare you? You've crossed the line, you stupid b***h!" His words were laced with groans of pain. I could tell I had hurt him bad.
My heart raced. I pressed my back against the door, my mind spinning.
"Oh God, what have I done?" I asked to obviously no one in particular, staring at my trembling hands, still feeling the impact of that punch.
For a moment, everything was quiet. Then I heard him again, this time more composed, more dangerous.
"If you don't open this door right now, I swear, I'll make you suffer worse than I've already planned!" His voice was low and controlled, but dripping with menace. "Open it now, Eleanor. I'm giving you one last chance."
I didn't move—I j
