Donna Davis’s Pov
When I felt terrified, my hands would shake, but I would never dare let go of what I was holding on to. My biggest concern was that after I released his grip, he wouldn't let go of me again. There are kids living in the house. How am I supposed to go about leaving the children at home by themselves? "Let me go back, I don't want to be here...",
My wrist was seized with his backhand by Sean Matthews, who had black eyes at the time, and I was immediately taken into the hallway.
"Ah!"
When I got into the elevator, I was shoved into the wall, which hurt my back.
"Don't... my PTSD...,"
In front of me, Sean Matthews presented a towering figure that exuded a potent air of repression. The icy gaze of his eyes landed over my skin. He then took off his tie and replied, "then just suffer it and wait till I'm through."