Jules’ P.O.V.
The cold tiles of the bathroom wall pressed against my back as I was hiding in the shower, my breaths sounding shallow and erratic while my heart pounded against my ribs like a frantic drum. Each noise right now sounded like a dagger to my senses, each one making me more fearful than the last as my imagination went wild on what the hell was happening on the other side of my bedroom door.
My instincts had screamed at me to hide, and not be a sitting duck in my bed. So, I had hidden myself in the shower, knowing that once Drake got inside my room, I would have a couple of seconds to prepare myself for him, once he would get into the ensuite bathroom. A couple of seconds before I would meet my fate and I would fight for my life. I was still holding on to my phone like a lifeli
