Cierra's POV
“What the f**k did you do?!”
My scream tore through the room as I slammed my fists against George’s chest. My whole body shook with rage and disbelief. Nothing felt real. Nothing sounded real. It was like my soul had been dragged out of my body and thrown back in carelessly.
He grabbed my wrists quickly. “Cierra, listen to me. I swear...it wasn’t intentional.”
I stared at him, my eyes burning. How stupid does he think I am? How foolish did he think I was to believe such nonsense after what I had just witnessed?
I ripped my hands away from him and ran.
I dropped to my knees beside Jamal’s body.
“No… no… no…” My voice cracked as my hands hovered over him, afraid to touch him, afraid of what I would feel. His body was unnaturally still. Too still. Blood soaked through his
