Her eyes were full of rage. I could see it in every line of her face. She was ready to strike again.
Then… the phone rang.
She picked it up, her voice sharp as she answered. After a few moments, she hung up, her face tightening. Someone had called her—some urgent matter she had to go attend.
She turned to me, her eyes blazing.
“Go to your room before I kill you!” she hissed.
I didn’t wait. My ankle throbbed, my heart raced, but I ran as fast as I could to my room. I slammed the door behind me and locked it.
Leaning against the door, I tried to catch my breath. Every step, every movement from earlier, every hit and shove, all the pain—it was too much. My legs gave way, my body trembled, and I collapsed onto the floor.
Darkness pulled me in as I fainted, the echoes of her cruelty still ringing in my ears.
Then, I felt it—a hand on my back. Warm, firm, and careful, someone lifted me.
My eyes opened just a little. The room was dark, but I could see a shadow above my face. I couldn’t make out who it was, only that someone was there.
And then I smelled it. The perfume. Faint, but unmistakable.
A low whisper brushed against my ear:
"You are safe now."
Fear and exhaustion mixed, and my eyes closed again.
I fainted, leaving the presence hovering above me…
I was safe… for now.