Daisy's POV
"Open the door! Open the dam door!" I screamed at the top of my voice, my fists pounding against the solid wood like a madwoman.
I banged on the door with all my might, as if I could break it down at any moment. The sound of my fists hitting the door echoed through the hallway, I was beyond reason, driven by desperation and fear.
He can't do this on his own, he needs me, I thought to myself, panic setting in. He is not prepared for this, he can't even control himself well.
He might end up hurting himself, and I can't let that happen. I have to be there to help him, to guide him through this. But how do I do that when the door is locked? I kicked and banged on it with all my might, my mind racing with worst-case scenarios.
What if he loses control and ends up do
