Henry (through gritted teeth): You don’t get it, do you? You were supposed to be mine…

Tina (panicked, pushing): Get off me, Henry

She struggled, twisting her body, his breath hot and sour against her skin. Her heart pounded in her ears panic rising fast now. She turned her face away, trying to wrench herself free, but he was too strong, too drunk, too far gone with a cry of rage and fear, she kneed him hard in the stomach.

Henry (choking, stumbling): Ah…

He staggered back just a step, winded. That’s all she needed.

She bolted toward the door, but Henry caught her wrist and yanked her back toward the bed.

Tina (screaming): Let me go

Her scream cut through the air but it was still too faint under the pounding music. No one heard. He pushed her back onto the mattress, climbing on top as she kicked and flailed beneath him.

Tears pricked at her eyes from rage, from fear, from betrayal.

Tina (crying out): Stop, you’re hurting me

She reached blindly for something anything and her fingers wrapped around a lamp on the nightstand without hesitation, she swung.

The crash was loud. The lamp shattered against his head, sending Henry tumbling off her with a roar of pain.

Tina pushed herself up, heart hammering in her chest. Her hands trembled, her breathing shallow. Hair falling in her face, her burgundy dress wrinkled and torn at the strap, she didn’t wait she ran for the door.

Her fingers fumbled with the knob just as Henry let out a low, furious growl behind her.

Before she could open it, he grabbing her by the wrist and yanking her back.

Henry (snarling): You’re not leaving me

He slammed her against the wall, one hand pinning her shoulder, the other gripping her arm as she struggled.

Tina (shouting): Henry, stop Let me go

She pushed at his chest, kicking against his legs, trying to twist away.

Henry: You think she cares about you? She’s using you I’m the one who loves you

Tina (panicked): You don’t love me, you don’t even know what that means

The room spun in a blur of panic and desperation. Tina fought harder, every ounce of her strength focused on breaking free.