I was enraged. I wanted to go back into the room and ram my fists into her pregnant belly. She had finally calmed down and slept off but I could still feel myself losing control.
“s**t! Wilson, get a grip on yourself. That is bipolar talk.” I cautioned and forced myself to walk away from the hospital.
I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I brought it out and saw that I had several missed call notifications, alongside some text messages from Ashley.
I wondered what could be wrong, as she hardly ever needed my help to get anything done. I opened one of the numerous text messages that she had sent. One of them read.
GET DOWN TO KIRSTEN'S HOUSE. MOM MADE A MESS. A REALLY TERRIBLE MESS OF EVERYTHING.
“Oh my! What could have happened? I thought Mom said she would be taking care of every
