Scared of him

Victoria's POV

The moment I heard that loud noise from Eric's room, I decided to go check what was going on, only to find a broken couch on the floor.

The broken couch on the floor didn't catch my attention but the moment, I met eyes with him, I Noticed the color of his eyes were darker and different.

I felt a cold shiver ran down my spin and I couldn't help but run to my room and locked myself up.

I noticed he kept on knocking on the door, but I feared him because of what I saw and refused to open the door.

I was relieved when I realized he was no longer knocking on the door.

Slowly I sat on the bed while I rubbed my hands on my shoulders with fear, with my eyes closed, I tried to forget the eyes I just saw, but just then a memory flashed in my head.

Quickly I fell on the floor as I felt pain coming from the memory.

I dragged my knees to my chest, wrapped my hands around my legs and lowered my head to the ground as the memory kept playing in my head.

The anger I saw in his eyes when he held my neck and said those words to me was something I have never seen or anyone, and it scares the shit out of me.

I was still processing the memory I just had when I noticed a loud knock on the door, he called out my name, which I refused answering due to fear.

I was still contemplating if I should yell at him or ask him to leave me alone when I Noticed a loud hit on the door and the metal, bulletproof door fell on the floor.

Quickly, I buried my face to my knees in order not to see him or talk to him, but he reached out to me, asking what was wrong.

I yelled and told him everything I saw in my dream and to my greatest surprise he did not deny it.

Without hearing from him, I sent him away out of fear, rushed into the bathroom and locked the door.

I sat on the restroom pool and tiredly rubbed my two hands on my face as the memory kept flashing.

''Hello.'' I heard a voice in the room which I knew wasn't Eric's.

With shaking legs and panting breath I opened the door of the bathroom and walked into the room only to meet a man who should be in his early thirties, putting on a short blue jean, black T-shirt and a face cap.

Rubbing my hands on my arms, I slowly walked up to him, but made sure I was a bit far from him.

''How can I help you.''? I asked while staring at him.

''I'm here to fix the door.'' he said that while pointing a finger at the door on the floor.

''Oh, I see.'' I nodded my head at him and sat on the bed.

He moved away from the entrance of the room, walked into the room and kept his working tools on the floor.