BIANCA' S POV
I hugged the pillow tighter to myself. I really can't say what or how I am feeling right now, my mind has been on Jason.
How is he doing? How's he taking this shit? Did he eat? Is he fine? Does he still hurt from his injury?
I sighed and sat up, I really shouldn't have been so hard on him. What if he takes it so seriously and decides to go all blank again?
I made my hands run through my hair real quick.
Jason wasn't emotionally stable when I met him due to the things he experienced with his father.
What if he decides to go all...?
I sighed and hurried off the bed, looking around for my cellphone.
I am currently in a hotel room, I don't have my things here and I think it's another day already and I stopped crying like an hour ago.
I think I ran out of eye water.
Where on Earth did I toss my phone?
I messed the bedding up, I got on my knees and looked underneath the bed and found my cellphone.