VIOLET
I Make it halfway home when someone grabs me. Their hands wrap around my mouth and waist, yanking me backwards. They pinch my nose closed. I suddenly can’t take a breath.
I thrash and kick wildly, but my attacker doesn’t care.
On some level, I know it’s Greyson. The neighborhood on this side of the university has always been quiet, almost sleepy at night. Willow and I have been living here for three years without incident.
My chest aches the longer I go without oxygen. My throat screams. Black spots flicker in my peripherals, and it only takes another few seconds for my vision to dim.
It’s only when I sag that he releases my face.
I suck in a deep, hiccupping breath.
He spins me around and puts me against the wall. The rough brick of the apartment building rubs into my back,
