Agatha
"No way!" I jerked out of bed and stared at my phone. "No! No! No!" I kept saying with panic but the damn phone does not listen. The video plays continuously making my heightened feelings, worst. "This isn't happening. It's just a dream."
A knock on my door startled me "Oh my god!"
"Agatha, open the fucking door!" Shawn screamed behind the only thing that separates me from his wrath.
"Hold on!" I yell back. I took my coat and wore it and anxiously opened the bloody door.
I regret it. His jaws are clenched, and he has this burn in his eyes that will strike me at any second. He's so mad, and I am so fucking, scared! His arms are crossed over his chest, his stance is ready to fight. If I am a man, he would've tackled me down on the ground the moment I opened the door.
"What am I saying?!" he started.
"It's not my fault! I am not aware I am being recorded!" I tried to reason.
