I wrap myself up with my blanket as I look out the window from the second floor of the pack house. Today seems gloomier than ever. I can't bear all the images that come to my head of the fight with Marilyn and of Bryce's lifeless body lying down on the dirty floor.
Bryce. I say softly in my head but also out loud. I wish I could hold him but I can barely lay my fingers on him. I don't like the feeling of his cold skin against mine. It has been four hours ever since we brought him back to the pack house. The doctor has prohibit us from seeing him at the moment even though Ruby is fighting to be allowed too.
I remember that after I told him that I love him at the place that they were keeping me captive, it was then that I started to hear his heartbeat. I feel like he heard me. He was fight
