Cherilyn Knight's Point Of View.
I blinked in disbelief, my mind racing to process how my day had come to this. Just this morning, I had been trying to stay out of trouble, yet here I was, caught up in this nightmare.
"Come here," He ordered again, while his voice was firmer this time, each word dripping with dangerous intent. The authority in his voice sent shivers down my spine, and my heart pounded erratically in my chest. I knew what was coming next, and a wave of dread washed over me. He was going to punish me. I had seen his rage before, and the thought of enduring it again made my blood run cold.
"Don't make me say it again, Cherilyn Knight," He growled, while the irritation was clear in his voice as he called me by that name — the one he used when he was angry. I lowered my gaz
