of fear through me. I called my boyfriend, Dr. Ethan Lester. He was an ER doctor at

his voice tight with anger. "Jocelyn, this has go

ing room. "They haven't technically done anyth

on't like you being there alone.

it almost brought me to te

for his car, when I heard a sound at my

door, grabbing the heaviest thing I could

d inside, silhouetted by the dim hall

ispered, my voice shaking.

re just playing hard to get." He took a step towards me, his eyes dark with a predat

lun

d. He staggered back, roaring in pain and fury, but it only seemed to enrage him more.

at," he snarled, forcing me

n. He took in the scene in a split second-me stru

rolled across the floor, a flurry of punches and grunts. Ethan was strong, but Rufus w

ed 911, my voice a panicked sob a

thing I had ever heard. Two police officers burst in, w

e Ethan, gasping for breath with a split lip,

urmured into my hair

mbled. "You got h

as finally over. But I was