Phoebe's POV
I felt strong hands around my neck, squeezing my neck so tight, I couldn't breathe, standing in front of me was a man enraged with jealousy. He didn't even look like himself. Why is Ashton doing this to me?
I tried to claw off his hands, but failed. The more I tried, the harder he squeezed. I could feel my life slowly draining away with every second his hands were on me.
" No!" I cried out.
" Ashton stop! You're killing me!" I cried.
" Phoebe... Phoebe..." I heard a familiar male voice calling out for me. With this voice, everything drifted away, Ashton wasn't there and I wasn't choking anymore.
" I'm here... it's okay," the voice said again.
I opened my eyes and saw Zane staring back at me. I jolted up and put my hands on my neck.
" You're okay... You're safe.
