ALEX
Overnight, the world put two and two together.
Or maybe it was Marty.
Maybe it was the fact that I called out her name because suddenly, every article has a picture of me carrying Autumn with the same headline: Wolf saves A.M.S?
She hasn't woken up, so she doesn't know, but I should've predicted this. Should've been more careful.
On the edge of the bed, I lean forward and rest my head in my hands. Images of last night flash back, and I can feel my blood boiling again. They could've hurt her. They almost did. When I got to Autumn, she was on the floor - on the fucking floor - and no one helped her; no one tried to get her up. All they cared about was taking her fucking picture. Nobody gave a shit about her safety.
I feel like punching a hole through the wall.
This is not how it's supposed to be.