CHAPTER THIRTY THREE
TYLA Point of View
I thought I was going to die. Jonathan's grip on my throat was tightening, and I couldn't breathe. I tried to struggle, but he was too strong. Just as all hope seemed lost, Jessica walked into the room. She didn't hesitate. she didn't even seem to notice Jonathan's fury. She just walked up behind him and hit him with something. I didn't see what at first, but it was hard enough to send him crashing to the floor. I stumbled backwards, gasping for air. Jessica rushed to my side and wrapped her arms around me, holding me close. I hugged her back, still in shock. "Jessica, oh my god," I whispered, tears streaming down my face. "Thank you." "It's fine, Tyla. You've saved me from him a thousand times as well." It was when Jessica helped me up that I noticed the broken wooden chair on the floor. That was when I realised what he hit Jonathan with. It made me chuckle lightly. Jessica led me to her room, helping me onto the bed. I lay down, still shakin
