Riley's P.O.V
Be mad. Those words were in a loop inside my head. After I had convinced and told Scarlett that I was fine, they were stuck. Be mad. She sounded so sincere with those words. She really wanted me to be mad. But how can I? How can I be mad? I don't want to be mad, in fact, I want to be relieved. I want to be happy that she's out of danger's way.
I lay here, on my hospital bed, still thinking about what could go wrong when I fought back, which was literally everything. If I had given up, if I hadn't stood back up again, I would've died there while they celebrate their festivities still injured. If I had waited, would I not be here? Would Scarlett not be here? Should I have waited?
Guilt and regret came flashing through my veins, pulsating as if telling me that what I did we
