~Jasmine's POV~
By the third night, Aiden tried to lock me out.
I stood in the hallway, looking at his door with my fists clenched at my sides. I could hear the locks clicking one after another, each sound marked by the heaviness of his voice.
"I'm done dragging you into this," his voice came from the other side, sounding clipped and controlled, but it was a lie. The tremor beneath his words gave him away.
"I can't…" His voice cracked. "I can't keep doing this to you."
I took a step closer, resting my palm flat against the cool surface of the door. "Aiden, open the door."
"Go to bed, Jasmine."
There was a muffled growl. It was low and vicious, followed by a heavy thud that rattled the hinges. My pulse spiked.
"Aiden…"
Then came the unmistakable shatter of glass… again. The same pattern every night. But this one sounded worse. Closer, like, he'd hit the mirror with more than just his fist this time.me.
