In the house of trust, love is born. ~ A. Gupta
Violet
My leg throbbed from where Tara had intentionally knocked the can of blue paint that was on my table. In retaliation Daisy had squirted all of her tube colors on Tara’s head, making her hair look like a rainbow. The shriek that had followed was still echoing in my ears and not to forget the evil look Tara had given me before she had stormed off, saying, “Watch your back, bitches.”
“We are going home for you to change and then we will go to the hospital.” His words pulled me to the present with a jerk.
The word hospital was like cold water on my body as two days ago Mad had taken Bree to the hospital because she had been in so much pain. And it had made me feel. It had scared me. The prospect of Bree hurting and losing her baby had
