Noah
I couldn't believe him. Wren was in love with him. How could he ever think that she would just willingly go back to the man who had destroyed her? Why the f**k wasnt he using his brain? I was serious when I said I was dropping him off at his parents house. He had done enough damage. Damage that I didn't know if it was repairable or not. Wren was such a sweet and gentle soul. The thought of anyone hurting another hair on her head made me feel sick.
When my own best friend had attacked me earlier for speaking nothing but the truth I had to take a few minutes to cool off. I had found myself walking towards Wren's booth. Anderson and the rest of the workers were working on packing everything up and loading the animals in their trailers. I was next to the paint Wren had bought for Marle
