Chapter Twenty-Three
Spencer
“Please,” I gently pushed my aunt’s hand away from my hair, “really, I’m okay. I don’t care about how I look.”
“Well, you should,” Jaci chimed as she gathered my clothes and tossed them into a bag, “because you look like shit.”
Lisa scowled at her, but my best friend just shrugged. One thing I could always count on from Jaci was the honest, bare truth. Even when I didn’t want it.
“I just want to go home and wash the smell of hospital off my skin.” I hated this place, but really, who did like a hospital?
My head hurt like hell, my muscles ached, and I couldn’t even allow myself to think about who it was that attacked me.
I wasn’t ready.
“Okay,” G busted into the room and pointed to the door, “everyone out.”
Both Lisa and Jaci grabbed the rest of my thin
