Bryan's POV
With my hands clasped over hers and my eyes closed, I wish I could turn back the hands of the clock and change things from the way they are presently.
I wish I could change how I treated Celine all along and I wish this isn't happening.
Celine has been unconscious since last night but the doctor said she would be fine. I feel guilty for everything.
I drop her hands and rest my forehead on my two balled fists, my insides in disarray and my bloody clothes unchanged.
My instinct was right. That motherfucker kidn*pped her and I have given him what he deserved. Father and the other men should be done clearing the place already. I left them there to rush Celine down to the hospital and it's almost morning.
I have been unable to sleep a wink ever since I was allowed into her roo
