83. SIN

I felt bad.

Tyrone not only twisted his ankle, but he also had an ugly cut on his heel. I had accused him of throwing us into the water on purpose and I had called him an asshole.

My eyes drifted towards him where he lay on the bed, bandaged foot propped up on a pillow. It looked like he was sleeping. The doctor had given him two small white pills to drink before he left. For the next two weeks, Tyrone was supposed to stay off his feet as much as possible.

Our first day on vacation was a bust.

I sighed, turning to look back out the window. The hotel was located a few feet from the beach so I had a perfect view of the ocean and the activities below.

There were a lot of people. More than I had anticipated when Tyrone mentioned a vacation. My anxiety levels spiked the longer I stared at them.

Would they stare at me if we go down there?

“Are you done unpacking?”

I shrugged. “What’s the use of doing that if we won’t be staying for long.”

Bella appeared at my side. She stared out of th