Later that night, I couldn't sleep.
I hadn't heard Trent go back to Toby's room either. The house was silent, which indicated everyone had gone to sleep. But I couldn't. All of this with Trent was keeping me awake. He couldn't give up his life to protect theirs when they had done nothing to make theirs worth protecting.
Drunks and wasters that what they were, but I know they were more than that to Trent. Sighing, I sit up. I couldn't let him do this. I had to speak to him. But he had never listened to me, never even liked me, so I had no idea why I thought now would be different.
Maybe a small slither of me hoped this new Trent act would carry on, and he would be open to listening this kinder version of him maybe would , or maybe this would be what finally breaks the act. But at leas
