Cheryl POV
"Are you okay?" Worried was thick in his tone.
"Yes." That was all I could think of.
'Yes' was the only word in my head at that moment. Yes! Everything was true.
"You don't look like it. Do you need Peter?" Finn insisted. I could feel his eyes on me.
We were on our way back to his house. And just like we came, there were escorts everywhere.
I shook my head as I responded, I was weak, I was hopeless and disappointed.
"Is it Sharon?" He asked again.
I wanted to tell him I needed space, my head was preoccupied with different things going on, but then again—it was Finn, the victim.
I kept quiet and watched nothing specific through the window. I was lost in my thought that I couldn't care if Finn was talking or not. I think that was how we got back to the house.
Witho
