21-Brooklyn POV
I heard the door slam open and I cringed. Stone was angry, which usually meant that I would be in for it this time. He didn't even take the time to say anything, instead he just grabbed my arm and started dragging me down the hallway. I couldn't help but think about what was going to happen when we got there. Tonight, things were different because I had done something wrong--something big enough that he refused to tell me what it was until after he punished me for it.
We walked into our bedroom and Stone slammed the door before turning on me with rage in his eyes. "What did you do?" He shouted at me while grabbing my throat so tightly that all of the oxygen in my lungs constricted, causing my chest to light on fire as I struggled to breathe.
"I don't.....know....what....
