Jennie Wilson POV

Vincent Ainsworth.

“ S...sorry..” I hung my head low, trying to cover my crying face, wiping my tears as much as possible. I don’t want him witness how weak I was and how it’s so easy to break me.

Vincent spun me around too quickly and got into my face, tension clearly shown in his eyes “ Are you crying?”

I looked away releasing my arm from his hold refusing to let his words get to me. “ No...I am not.....”

I walked out, hyper aware of his nearness as I sensed him coming behind me, and I could hardly breathe.

Run Jennie!!!

I increased my speed...