Page 18 of Beautifully Shattered
I nod, but don’t meet his eyes, the familiar feeling of grief curling back inside my chest once again.
None of this is fair.
I love Jols. I really do. But she got shot and she’s still alive, yet my little Bobbi… she’s not. She’s dead.
I don’t want to be here.
“Can you two helicopters give us some girl time?” Jols asks JD and Ringo, and they lock eyes before nodding, their gazes landing back on me.
“Will you be alright for a bit, Angel?” Ringo asks, and I nod, not knowing the real answer to his question.
Will I be alright?
Probably not.
Nothing is alright.
Nothing will be alright ever again.
I barely notice Ringo and JD leaving the room, my thoughts swallowing everything as I stare at nothing.
“Talk to me.”
Jols’ voice slices through the fog, and I blink up, meeting her stare.
“I’m glad you’re okay.”
She frowns. “Don’t talk about me. Talk aboutyou. What are you thinking?”
Why does she want to know that? She can’t change anything. Can’t bring my baby back.
“I think I want to be alone.”
She quirks a brow. “Pushing people away won’t help.”
“I dunno. Kinda feels like it will,” I mutter, my voice flat, and Jols sighs.
“Ringo’s worried about you.” She wheels her chair closer, boxing me in, giving me nowhere to look without it looking obvious that I’m avoiding her eyes.
“He should stop.”
“He blames himself, you know?” She reaches up and rubs her collarbone like it’s hurting.
Is that where she got shot?
I shrug, not answering her question, and I catch the frown pulling at her features.
“You blame him?”
“I made him promise to save Bobbi before saving me,” I snap, the words ripping out like they’ve been burning my throat all of this time.
Her brows shoot up, and she stares at me in disbelief.
“You made him promise something impossible,” she snaps. “How could he ever know what was going to happen? He’s not a medical professional, Abbey. He’s just a man. A man madly in love with a woman, trying to do everything in his power to protect her.”
The words slam into me like a truck, and I break, fat tears bursting from my eyes, burning a trail down my cheeks.
“He shouldn’t have made the promise then.”
