Gabriel's POV
The mansion felt like a beautiful tomb. I was propped up against about five silk pillows that cost more than my tuition, staring at the ceiling and trying to ignore the way my ribs throbbed every time I took a breath.
The new glasses Derek had bought me sat heavy on the bridge of my nose, too clear, too sharp. I could see every expensive detail of this room, and I hated it.
The door burst open, and for a second, I panicked, thinking it was Derek coming back to mess with my head.
"Gabe! Oh my god, look at this place!"
It was Erica. She came flying in like a whirlwind of cheap perfume and denim, followed by Mike, who looked like he was afraid to step on the rug.
"Guys," I breathed, a small smile tugging at my mouth. "You are actually here."
"Of course we are here, you
