Rowena’s POV. 15.
“Were they fighting again?” Cindy’s voice was soft but firm as she crouched beside me, wiping away a smear of blood from my jaw with the sleeve of her hoodie. Her touch was careful, but her eyes flared with worry.
“Seriously, Row,” she sighed, shaking her head. “This is getting too much.”
I sucked in a shaky breath, still pressing my hand to my ribs. The pain was dull now, but it throbbed with every heartbeat. I was so tired—of all of this, of them, of me getting caught in between.
“Maybe I might consider taking a break from all of this,” I muttered, my voice hollow. “From school and everything.”
Cindy’s eyes snapped up to mine.
“You wanna skip classes because of them?” she snapped, her brows knitting in disbelief. “Are you f*****g serious right now?”
I opened my
