Brielle's POV
I ended up going to Hannah’s house.
My friend opened her door to me that night without asking any questions. I stood there with disheveled hair, looking like a total mess.
“Can I stay here for the night?” I asked.
She sighed and opened the door wider. “Girl, come in. I’ve been waiting to hear from you forever!”
As soon as I stepped inside, she handed me a glass of whisky, wrapped a blanket around my shoulders, and quickly threw a pack of food into the microwave. Then she flopped down beside me with her own glass of liquor, eyeing me intensely.
“Did you confront him?”
I chuckled lightly before telling her everything that had happened so far. Hannah downed her drink between my words, refilled our glasses, and eventually pulled the food from the microwave.
“Jayce’s such
