I spent all day Saturday in bed, agonizing over what to do, not that I had many choices, but there had to be a way to fix everything I'd messed up. Because there was no denying that all of this was my fault.
If I had just said yes when Trent asked me to change for him, he would've made me a vampire. Ivy never would have kidnapped me. Jax wouldn't have been thrown into the room with me and starved. He never would have fed on me.
"Hey, feeling better?" Abby asked, poking her head into my room.
"Meh," I said with a shrug.
It was now late Sunday afternoon, and I still hadn't managed to drag myself out of bed or shower. My phone was next to me. Trent had been calling and texting, but I'd been avoiding him. I still had no idea what to say to him. Continuing to say "I'm sorry" didn't help the situation all that much.
"You're still going to Ellie's sleepover tonight, right?" she asked, sitting on the edge of the mattress.