I know her as the unconscious girl I found bleeding out on the locker room floor.
I got her help. I saved her life.
You’d think she’d be grateful.
She isn’t.
The next time I see her, she makes it clear she wants nothing to do with me.
Too bad.
I didn’t go through the trouble of saving her life just for her to throw it away all over again.


***Content Warning: If you have triggers, please review the list featured in the beginning of book.