Jason Davenport

I ran my fingers through my dry hair as I sat in the abandoned car I had found a few blocks from Amelia's house.

For the hundredth time, I blamed myself for what had happened.

Why did I react? Why did I fight back? Everything Adrian had said was true. I deserved the treatment he was giving me.

So who was I to think I had the right to throw punches? I should've stood there. I should've taken all the punches. Why did I raise my hand.

I felf deflated. It felt like all my efforts from the last few weeks had gone down the drain. Feeling more...