Chapter One Hundred Twelve

Gwen.

I couldn't sleep.

I was still reeling from Henry’s actions last night. My eyes must have been swollen and red right now, lips the same but I didn’t care.

The image seemed fuzzy in my head but I could still see it. It was there, I let Henry kiss me and a sick little part of me enjoyed it even though I was mad at him for doing that.

I beat myself up the whole night, and I lost count of how many times I washed my lips with water. I shouldn’t have let him do that, hell I should have locked the door as soon as I saw it was him but no, my brain didn’t function as soon as I saw him. It’s done now, there was nothing I could do to change anything.

Henry kissed me even though he claimed to be in love with Emily.

Everything was just so confusing.

I groaned again and ruffled my hair for the umpteenth time this morning. It was morning and I only had a few hours of sleep but even in my sleep I was still tormented by Henry’s kiss.

This is getting frustrating.

I got up from bed, and sa