Barrette's POV
I was sitting in my office at work feeling like the biggest asshole still. What happened on Saturday night should never have happened. I wanted to kill Everrette for it, but I was to blame as well. If I hadn't gotten so mad at him for bringing Lilly, this wouldn't have happened. I should have just let it be, but I didn't and let my temper get the best of me.
I sighed and got back to work, not that I was getting much done. I couldn't get her face out of my head. Lying unconscious on that couch covered in blood and then yesterday and how swollen her eyes were and the bruises forming. She didn't wake me up when she left for work this morning, but I could only imagine how bad she looked.
My phone rang, pulling me from my thoughts.
"Hi Rita."
"Your mother is here. Sh
