Jocelyn
I studied the bruises on Penelope's face as she slept. I felt anger bubble in my veins and all I wanted to do was go back to her house and shred her motherf*cking husband to bits.
But I wouldn't because I no longer had the capabilities to do that. So instead, while she slept on the couch, because she decided she didn't want to put Wes out, I watched over her all night, just to make sure that she was okay.
And would I have done this for just anyone? Probably not. I mean, I would have helped anyone in need, but I wouldn't have watched over them like a hawk like this.
It was only because she was family Or would be as soon as Josh nutted up and made her be a part of it. I held my mace and a handy kitchen knife in my hand and sat down in the recliner. It was almost dawn and I was
