Chapter 131

• Bray
• I ignore that and the exhaustion in her tone and focus on the vulnerability in her eyes—the one she’s trying to hide from everyone. It’s the same sense of helplessness that fills me at night as I lie alone in my bed; the one I cover with drugs, booze, and girls. The one I do anything to forget. I act all tough, but underneath, I’m just as scared, fucked up, and vulnerable as the girl before me.
• Maybe that’s why I’m here in her bed, because I know what it means to need someone but to be completely alone. To lie in bed at night with tears in your eyes and pain in your heart, needing to scream, to rage, and let it out, but instead, you just lie there completely still, as if you do, it will all disappear.