Chase’s P.O.V
I slammed the door behind me, the sound echoing through the bathroom like a gunshot. My pulse still hadn’t returned to normal, and my heart was thudding loud enough to compete with the blood rushing through my ears.
“f*****g psycho,” I muttered under my breath, yanking off my shirt with more force than necessary. “He could’ve killed me.”
Okay, maybe “killed” was a stretch. The car was barely rolling when I threw myself out, but that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt. My palms were scraped, my pride was crushed, and the image of Alex’s smug face when he made me hallucinate or whatever the hell that was—it had burned itself into my brain.
My jeans came off next, the denim catching against my skin as I kicked them away. He made me think I was being hunted by some red-eyed freak in
