Eighteenth birthdays are supposed to be fun. Fun. Was that too much to ask?
"You're MINE." He growled from behind me.
I just ignored him and carried on brushing.
"Look at me when I'm taking to you." He seethed.
I glared at my own reflection in the mirror before spitting out my mouthwash and putting my toothbrush away.
"You know what? We need to talk about the fact that you went into my ho-"
I didn't even get to finish what I was saying because as soon as the toothbrush was out of my hand I was immediately pressed up against sink, glaring into murderous eyes.
And for the first time in my life, I found myself speechless.
"I won't share you. You won't look, talk, or even think about another man again. You belong-"
"You can't control me. Proof, whoops sorry I accidentally thought about Will, how his eyes changed colour when he was-"
I stopped short as his hand was wrapped tightly around my throat.
"You WILL obey me, and you shall do as I say."
"Never." I croaked.