Because He Is Mine

I was scared.

Terrified of what Dario might do once he got to me. Would he break down the door? Did he have a spare key? Oh my God....did he have a spare key to the bathroom?

What am I even thinking? What is this? What am I doing?

Panic coils in my chest. I glance at the door....it’s wood. Thick, solid. I don’t think he can break it. But then again… what do I know? The fear doesn't leave. It just