Page 28 of Pulse
“I’ll never understand your capacity for forgiveness,” I muttered, closing my eyes.
“You shouldn’t underestimate your own,” she retorted.
The mattress dipped when she sat next to me as I drooled in my drug induced haze. I hated anyone seeing me like this, even Violet. She was right about everything…as usual. Still, we were both trapped in this house together for at least another few months.
“What are you going to do once your sentence is over?” she asked after a beat.
What was I going to do? I didn’t have much of anything to welcome me back once I was able to step through the front door without triggering an alarm. Could I go back to fighting? There was no chance in hell that I could get back on any kind of pro circuit and The Underground…no doubt that would be Ren’s stomping ground. I’d be as welcome there as-
“Ash?”
“I don’t know,” I replied. “I don’t know what I want.”
I knew exactly what I wanted, but I wasn’t so sure she wanted me back.
