Zayd grabbed onto Quinn’s hand, and that’s when the red in her eyes cleared to green. Her legs trembled as he pulled her forward, the anger radiating from him making her heart ache and her p*ssy drip simultaneously. “Zayd I—” “Shut up, Quinn!” Quinn’s lips snapped shut immediately, tears falling

Derrick paced around the hospital room, it’s been days, exactly six days since Quinn had been hospitalized. She’d been unconscious since, and not knowing whether or not she was going to wake up scourged him with so much worry. He came here every day, hoping to see those daring green eyes, but every

Quinn watched as her father walked into her room, a tray with her dinner in his hands. “Here, I beg of you to eat it all.” “I’m not hungry, dad.” “Whether you are hungry or not, I want the plate empty.” He placed the tray on her bedside table. “And if you need anything else, just give me a shout.”

Zayd closed the door behind him and reluctantly walked inside, stooping in front of her. “Quinn…little red, what’s wrong?” She looked down at him with eyes that were red with tears, rapidly shaking her head. “Why are you here?” “Quinn I…answer me first, what did she say to you? Why in heaven's nam

Quinn looked at her father as he walked into her room, crying. “I’m sorry, Quinn.” He fell to his knees in front of the bed she laid on, and the door closed on its own accord behind him. “This is all my fault, I should’ve known, I should’ve done something. I-I just…I tried so hard not to believe it