Flashes of images from one of the most horrendous chapters of my life came to my mind, of him beating me up, him pinning me down to the bed while he let his friends have their ways with me. His evil laugh, the way he snarled at me when I didn’t want to do what he asked me to do.
Oh God, oh God, oh God. I couldn’t breathe. I needed Damian. I needed him to hold me. I reached around to get my phone, but I remembered that he was in a meeting and I shouldn’t disturb him. My stomach rumbled, and I rushed to the toilet as fast as I could before emptying my stomach into the toilet bowl.
