Chapter 117

I realize my phone is in my bag upstairs, and I must’ve dropped it with his assault. There’s no way I can muster the ability to get up that steep, winding staircase, and I’ve just disabled the only landline nearby.

Fuck’s sake, Emma. Well done.

Stupid. Stupid. Okay, look around, Emma. Look! What can I find? What can I do? How can I get help?

I grab at my temples and knock on my head, trying to think. My eyes wandering around the room, desperately searching for something to help me get comfort.

Calm, Emma, be rational. Sylvana is right next door.

The street… Get to the street.

I try to get up, and my ankle gives out completely, another sharp agonizing pain, wooziness hitting me with ferocity and dampness now coursing down my chin as a fresh wave of blood pulses further down my face. I’m shivering. My body is shaking so badly that my hands are becoming unusable.

I trace the warmth of the liquid up to my forehead and realize he’s cut my head op