Easton
I opened my eyes at the sound of a woman’s violent sobs.
Rage burned through me when I saw the bruises marking the skin of her neck.
I stared at the marks left around it.
My hands.
I remembered my hands around her throat.
I remembered hearing her struggling to breathe.
I remembered her calling my name.
Easton, please! Fight him!
Fuck.
Had I done all of that to her?
No.
I hadn’t.
But it had been my hands.
My strength.
My f*****g body.
Just like he had told her.
When Ashley disappeared into my bedroom, I remained on my knees on the floor.
The only sound in my entire apartment was her sobbing.
I wanted to go after her.
I wanted to tell her that I was sorry, that the thing she had seen wasn’t me.
But I couldn’t move.
Because I had seen everything.
I had heard ever
