Cassidy
“Oh Jessie, are you okay my baby boy?” the woman asked him. She gave me a sideways glance and took Jessie’s other hand. “Hello son, are you okay? Please tell me they arrested the fool that shot you.” The man said.
“Hello Violet, dad. I am okay, and yes, they did arrest him. Who told you I was here?” he asks. “Harry called us,” his mom says and looks at me. “Who is this?” she asks, looking at me.
“This is Cassidy, my girlfriend,” he said, and I smiled and sat up. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Golding.” I said, extending my hand to shake. She looks at my hand and at my clothes and then back at Jessie. “Where did you find this one and how much are you paying her?” she asks and I frown.
“Stop being rude, Violet,” his father says, and she scoffs. I could see Jessie was getting
