Chapter 9

Brenda’s Pov:

The dry grasses beneath my shoes made crackling sounds as I walked, and my life felt like them. Dried. Being crushed by giant feet of conflicts my heart could not contain. I sighed tiredly and found a spot to sit. Ahead of me was a small body of water not very clean. I picked the stones close to me and threw them into the water.

For a couple of days I had not as much as seen or spoken a word to either Dominic or Jason. And I was confused as to whether I missed them or not.

I felt I needed a break from them, but my heart ached to see them, to be with them. I was very pained and hurt. I felt used by Jason. Why did he do that? I could not get my mind over the way he touched me, looked into my eyes, and kissed me.

At the same time, while I allowed myself to be shamelessly cowed by his touch, I hated him for doing that to me. At least I felt something for him, but him, obviously not.

And he mocked me. Gosh, he mocked me. How could he do that to