MADELEINE AUBERT’S POV;
Ever since the day he left my bedroom, I had been extra aware and antsy. I had nightmares almost every night for the past three weeks of him in my room, his silhouette illuminated by the lights from the hallway, his gun in his hand, dripping with blood—my blood. His smile drawn over his face, reflecting the moonlight filtering in through the windows.
Then he’d reach out, and press the down gently on my left n****e like he had done that evening. The pistol was cold against my skin and I squirmed under the weapon, my chest rising and falling.
The trigger clicked…
And then…
“Madeliene!”
Without warning, I collapsed into my bedroom floor with a loud thunk, my body shuddering in response, the clothes in my hands had dropped before I did. Pain instantly shot up
