BRIDGETTE 

"Fuck!" I slammed my fist on the table before grabbing it and hurling it across the room. It crashed on the far end of the room, just below the blinds. A sharp sound tore out of it, telling me it had cracked. I couldn't stop the anger that was simmering in my chest. It was hot, and suffocating. 

Kendrick still didn't trust me. Was it because of the things we'd been through in the past? Was it because it took me a lot of time too before I could trust him. But that didn't matter. After everything I'd done for him, he still doubted but that wasn't even what...