Chapter 175
Thomas's Point of View (Robert's Father)
Morgan and I sprang from our seats instantly, rushing with frantic strides toward the source of the sound, which was growing louder and more piercing: "Let me go, you bastard! Help me!" The green-eyed waitress's voice was saturated with terror. I ran toward the door where the screams erupted; I twisted the handle with force, but it was locked from the inside.
I slammed my shoulder against it with every ounce of strength I possessed until it burst open violently.
Morgan and I stormed in, and the blood froze in my veins. She was sprawled on the sofa, struggling to resist, while that piece of filth hovered over her, trying to break her will.
