Jacqueline
Whoever these men are obviously hates Jayden. His bruised face and broken wrist prompted me to act like the caring best friend, not that I give a f**k. Don’t paint me to be the bad guy, I don’t even know this guy…how am I suppose to feel empathy for someone I know nothing and feel nothing about?
We’re being bundled back to New York and I’m super excited. Jayden however looks like he’ll pass out soonest. I don’t blame him though; New York is like a death sentence to him. “Hey,” I called out to him and he lifted his head. “Are you okay?” He groaned in response. “Don’t worry, I’ll plead with them to stop at the hospital when we land, so we’ll be sure you didn’t break any born.”
Domine slept comfortably in my arms.
Hissing in pain, he tried to sit up. “Why do you look so excited
