Page 45 of You’ll Never Have Me (Never 3)

His grip on me is the only thing stopping me from tumbling down the concrete basement stairs.

“Don’t forget to send me a postcard,” he says, which is confusing my fear riddled brain as he lets me go and with one final push sends me face first down the steps. I lose count of how many I hit, and I know I won’t be awake when I finally hit the ground.