~Zoe~
When he forced me up the stairs and into his room after the debacle in the kitchen, I feared for my life because numerous scenarios went through my head. I still didn’t know what the smell in the kitchen was that had triggered me to vomit, but that had already taken a back seat to the panic that tried to bubble out of my throat.
However, that fear was reduced when he pushed me into the bathroom, put a toothbrush in my hand, and pointed to the toothpaste. I had for a millisecond thought that he was going to just let me brush and send me on my way without an incident, but in hindsight, that was stupid of me to have even thought in the first place.
Now, my eyes were shut and tears ran down my face as he tried to move his mouth against mine, which was clamped close. I was not going
