Brielle's POV
I woke up on the cold, hard floor, every part of my body screaming in agony. My face throbbed where Timothy had hit me, and the taste of blood lingered in my mouth. The pain was overwhelming, but it was nothing compared to the terror that still gripped my heart. Slowly, I forced myself to sit up, wincing as sharp stabs of pain shot through me.
I took a few shallow breaths, trying to steady myself. The apartment was eerily quiet, and I couldn’t help but feel the oppressive weight of fear pressing down on me. Timothy was gone, but his presence lingered like a dark shadow.
With great effort, I managed to stand. Each movement was torture, but I had to secure the apartment. Stumbling to the door, I locked it, my hands trembling. The simple act of turning the lock gave me a smal
