Phoebe's POV
I slammed my fist against my chest, fighting to breathe steadily.
Whether this crushing sensation came from sprinting out of the dining room as fast as I could manage, or from the horrible feeling squeezing my ribs, I couldn't tell. The moment Perry's fingers closed around my throat, I was thrust back to those times when Kevin would choke me as he reached his peak—something he always did to me.
Sometimes Kevin maintained control, merely placing his fingers there, but other times he'd lose himself completely, and I'd black out with him still inside me.
So whenever anyone touched my neck, I'd break out in a cold sweat. I couldn't stop it when those memories crashed to the surface of my mind.
It's fine, it's fine...
I whispered to myself as my body collapsed behind the door. I was still gripping my chest, touching my neck, because somehow I felt like Kevin was still choking me.
Sometimes your mind becomes your greatest enemy.
