ARIA’S POV

I stared at the dent for a few minutes, especially since Draven would not stop hitting the spot, trying to break free. The hits made me flinch the first few times, but I soon recognized the pattern–how many seconds were in between each hit, and when I was expectant, it no longer scared me.

“Draven,” I walked towards the door with shaky feet. I placed my hand on the door, the very spot he would not stop punching at. “Hey,” I said softly. I counted the seconds in my head, waiting for the loud thud that would probably fling me away to hit my head against the wall....