Jacob’s POV
I squeezed my fists so tight to the point where I wouldn't be surprised if they began to bleed from the pressure. At that moment, I hated myself. Jocelyn was in an even worse situation than I thought and it was all my fault.
“Jacob,” Louis called to me.
My head snapped up and I faced him once again. “Yes?”
“That isn't all,” he said, gently rubbing the skin on his forehead.
I stilled. My eyes clamped shut and I wasn't sure if I was ready to hear him say anything else that could possibly make me feel worse about the situation I had put Jocelyn in. However, in life, one just had to deal with whatever circumstances they found themselves in. It was either you chose to find your way around things or you got eaten alive. I chose the former.
Crossing my arms across my chest and
