Lock Your Door, Princess

Elena’s Point Of View   I stormed down the hallway, heels clicking against the marble tiles like bullets fired in rapid succession. My chest rose and fell violently, every breath tight, ragged, scraping against my throat as though even air itself had turned hostile tonight. By the time I reached the guest room, I didn’t just shut the door. I slammed it… hard enough that the frame rattled, the sharp bang echoing back at me like a gunshot. My back hit the door immediately after, and I squeezed my eyes shut, swallowing the heat rising in my throat. This was the first time in my life… the very first time, I had ever let Graham get me this furious. My blood was boiling so hot I thought my veins might burst. My palm still stung from where it had connected with his cheek, and instead of regret, all I felt was satisfaction. Pure, bitter satisfaction. "That idiot," I hissed, my voice breaking in the stillness of the room. My chest heaved as the words tumbled out again, sharper this time. “That