Holden POV
I drop her off in her room and she turns around to straight punch me in the face. What the hell? I look back at her with a flash of anger until I see her in her condition. She’s hurt, seriously hurt. But it’s not just physical pain, it’s emotional, it’s mental. What the hell happened to her?
Again, I try to reach her but she recoils away from me so harshly that she drops the blanket on the floor as she takes a step back. Her breasts are barely held inside her bra. And she doesn’t seem to care in the slightest. Aspen wraps her arms around herself, but not from the cold… from shame... from embarassment.
“What happened?” I ask her, but she doesn’t answer. “Aspen, what happened?”
“Does it matter?” She retorts back in such a cold trembling voice. I grab the blanket and wrap her
