Jasmine's POV
I felt bad.
I felt terrible.
A sickening feeling at the pit of my stomach made the ride to the hospital very, very uncomfortable, and my sister wasn't helping my current feelings. Instead, she kept on asking Bradley exasperating questions about me and him.
He was blushing like a clown and seemed to enjoy talking about his intentions on fixing what was broken between me and him and becoming a better man.
I was the only one who wasn't interested in the conversation because I could not shake the image of Mr. Hollen's eyes murdering me when I got into the car with Bradley.
Things happen and sometimes you don't know how you've gotten to a point in life, but, yet for all, you're still there.
"This is great Jassy. Maybe reconnecting with Bradley wasn't such a bad thing," Zeni
