Shea’s P.O.V.
I don’t know how I made it home. Between the constant flow of tears and the flashes of rage I felt, it’s surprising I got out of the parking lot. What a worthless piece of trash Jayden is. Damn it, my mother was right. Great, I will never outlive this, and she’ll rub it in my face. Now that I was home, it was even worse. The tears flowed as I sat in the truck.
I sat there, replaying everything that had happened a short time ago. The son of a b***h can die as far as I care. How could you do that to someone? That wasn’t even the worse part, the callous tone in which he said everything to me hurt the most. He never cared for me. He only wanted one thing. I wish I hit the bastard.
At least he got what he deserved, thanks to Dakota. It surprised me when he knocked him out. I’ve
