BAILEY'S POV
“I swear…I will find that person and I will make her suffer.” As I look at Fern’s face in front of me, I don’t see his usual angelic and tame expression whenever he listens to me. The voice of Mr. Bechtel is still playing inside my head. How he said that my mother was shot dead by Joanne, makes me want to drain her gut from her stomach.
“I’ll help you do that…” Fern looked at me straight in the eye while holding my left hand. He has the same look of determination and it suddenly gave me a sense of trust and bravery. Knowing that I am not alone in this gives me a stronger feeling of my anger towards our enemy.
“I can’t believe that my mother is already dead…the last time I saw her, I was being cold with her. God, I was such a bad, bad da
