Chapter Thirteen
Annie was huddled into a corner of the bedroom, staring at the chair she had fixed under the doorknob to keep the door closed. She needed it to stay there. She feared each second that passed that Sean might try to break through that door and finish her off.
Maybe she should have called the sheriff instead of Zac, but then, Diane was a cop. She’d send help, wouldn’t she? Of course she would. She’d be okay. Everything was going to be okay. Maybe she was in shock over having the man she loved more than her next breath crouched over her, trying to strangle her, trying to kill her. Waking up unable to breath as his hands squeezed around her throat was something she could never have imagined. It was like a really bad dream that she couldn’t wake herself up from. The b***h of i
