FIORELLA’S POV
TRIGGER WARNING: Physical violence, mental health struggles, and psychological distress.
I hit the stairs stomach first, a sharp gasp escaping me as pain flooded through my entire body.
I felt dizzy for a second.
But I refused to stay down.
Rhys dragged himself forward, his grip sliding from my ankle to my calf before his other hand caught my waist and yanked me back down.
I turned to look at him.
He had a crazy smile on his face.
I used my free leg and drove my heel into his face over and over, dragging a pained groan from him.
The moment his grip loosened, I scrambled to my feet before he could grab me again.
Then I ran inside.
Damon stood in the open kitchen with a glass of water in his hand. Gabby sat on one of the counter stools beside him.
They both tu
