R O S A L I E
My hands shook as I tried to calm my racing heart. Freya was still holding the steering wheel tight, her knuckles turning white.
"Rosie," she said, barely able to contain her anger. "What the hell happened? Did that fucker put his hands on you?"
I couldn't hold back the tears any longer. I told her everything. About how I had found Casper cheating on me, to him choking and almost killing me.
She listened in silence, her face growing darker by the minute.
"I should turn the car around and go back there. I should kick his ass."
I placed a hand on her arm. "No. I don't want to go back. He's not worth it."
"You're right," she sighed. "I just hate the fact that he did this to you. You don't deserve it. No one does."
"Thank you for being there for me," I whispered.
"Always
