Chapter 35

I don't quite know where I'm going, but I keep driving until I can't take it and I pull over. I slam my hands against the steering wheel and then slump against it, the tears leaking from my eyes and onto the black leather of the wheel. I clutch onto it tightly, as if to anchor myself into reality.  You shouldnt't have said those things to her. I hate myself. It was wrong of you. You shouldn't have accused her of not caring. Cause whether you think it or not, she cares. She thinks of us as a pack. Stella Prescott thought of Jeremy, Liam, and I as a pack. A pack entitles sticking together and caring for each other and never turning their back on one another. A pack entitles family. And I guess my previous pack, Beckett's pack, wasn't a true one. I thought after that experience that I would never want to be apart of another pack. That I would just classify myself as a rogue for the rest of my days.  Stella wasn't a heartless jerk. I was