James pov
Why is she always the one to get hurt?
Why am I always the reason?
I sit in the hospital, in front of Lucy's bed, feeling useless.
She had come back to my place, when a van hit her, and drove off, not stopping to check if she was alright or anything.
Fuck.
If I ever find that piece of s**t person, they're dead.
I hover over Lucy, putting my hand on her cheek, stroking it lightly.
I'm so sorry.
First, she finds out I was torturing Bryan, and then the very same day, she's hit by a car in my building's parking lot. Now she lays down here, with a broken arm and bruises running up and down the right side of her body.
I think back to when the doctor called me.
It was one of the scariest moments in my life.
2 hours ago ~
I sit in my living room, still thinking over the word
