Chapter 52

Julie

I was struggling to hold everything back; I had no idea how to speak, or what to even say. My throat just dried up.

After Donald got me out of the room, holding my wrist in a very painful manner, I could not help but be afraid that he was going to kill me right then and there. He was in the throes of his fury and his rage burnt white-hot. The grip on my wrist was painful, firm and a testament to how much he had to rein in, just to gain control over himself. Despite him not showing it outwardly, I could feel his hand tremble slightly. Whether it was from his struggling to hold back his anger from snapping my wrist in two, or from pain at hearing my words, I did not know.

I could not help but begin to weep, and even as Geraldine saw us both in the hallway, and tried to beg on my behalf, I gave her a look to stay away. I did not want him to unleash his anger on her just because of me.

After exchanging terse words with Geraldine, I became limp in his hold as he dragged me. I felt li