Who cares?

Jason Davenport

As I banged the door behind me, I rested my back against it. My palms were very sweaty and I was breathing hard.

Shit.

What did I just do?

There was a shitload of blood on the sheets.

I swallowed.

What if something had happened to her? What if I'd killed her?

I'd be in a lot of trouble if anyone found out. . .

Guilt poked me hard in my chest. But I hurriedly brushed it aside, shaking my head vigorously.

This was Amelia Forbes here. Whatever happens to her, she deserves it. After all it's her fault that my mother wasn't here today.

So who the fuck cares if she dies anyway?

Brushing my fingers through my hair, I smoothened it out. I was only overthinking all of this.

I just needed a smoke to calm myself down. Then relax and enjoy the party. Amelia would take care of herself. After all this was her mess.

Casting the unnecessary guilt aside, I got into my car, heading to Rory's to discuss the party.

Amelia Forbes