"You what!" Jayden snaps her body up straight, covering her mouth with her hand in shock.
"I think. I don't know. But the Blackwells will be after me. I know it."
"How do you think you killed someone? You either did or you didn't." Her eyebrows furrow with confusion.
"I did. Now, I have to hide. I don't have time for this shit!" I yell, standing up and rushing to my closet.
I grab a sports bra and my stretched-out Harley Davidson shirt, putting them on quickly before grabbing some ripped shorts.
I risk a glimpse over at Jayden, finding her by my bed, her face still the image of shock.
I snap my fingers, grabbing her attention. She nods and licks her bottom lip.
"Mick, he'll save us," Jayden reassures, like everything is magically fixed.
I purse my lips and lift a brow.
"You're still holding on to that ‘you're safe with me' bullshit? Because he didn't do a damn thing when Landon took me," I remind her.