Jennie Wilson POV

“ I was dying there, all alone by myself. I was so much in pain, do you know it hurts, it hurts when they called me, accused me being psychopath, mental illness, depressed guy and what all.”  

“ I wasn’t the one, they made me one, everybody tortured me and that made me mad! Nobody care about anyone, so stop faking it.”  

I opened my mouth to protest, completely taken aback when he brought his hand to my neck and grabbed it firmly.  

He pulled me closer to him, only several inches separating our faces now. I clamped my hands over his hands and tried to move...