I couldn't run fast enough to James's apartment. I didn't care about what happened to me, but Jessica? Jessica only got hurt because of me. I didn't know what happened, but I knew that it was my fault. Why else would someone hurt her?
James opened the door, “Good, you're here. Come in, she's on the couch."
“Do you know what happened?" I asked, ushering myself inside.
“No. She passed out as soon as she got here," James explained, closing and locking the door behind me.
When I saw Jessica, all back and blue, my heart broke. Is this what it felt like when she saw me? I rushed over to her side and knelt on the floor, holding her hand. “Why didn't you take her to the hospital?" I asked, my gaze snapping over to James.
James looked as worried as I felt. He put his hands up in defense. “Be
