Naomi's POV" I can't believe him. How could he do this to me?" I muttered to myself the minute I got home. I'm dressed in lazy clothing. Pajamas bottom and Killian's t-shirt that I stole as I sit on my favorite couch opposite the TV, weeping into my palms. I can't get it out of my head. He had an ex who was dead. She took her own life because she lost the second best thing in the world. I can't really understand what she must have gone through, but I knew she felt alone, sad, and betrayed. The man whom she thought loved her, never actually loved her. I can't imagine getting pregnant, even if it's by accident, and then forced to get rid of it. That child might have meant a lot to her even if the father walked out on them. I don't blame Killian, maybe he wasn't ready to be a father and he was thrown off guard the minute Gianna gave him the news. He wasn't ready. The least he could do was support her and be there for her. And the most painful part about this story is the fact that Gian

Naomi's POVI can't feel my body.I feel numb. My mind is foggy and my head hurts. I try to reach for my head but I can't. Something is restricting my hand movement. Slowly, I open my eyes, blinking my lashes as I take in my environment. I don't know where I am. I have never been to this place before because I don't recognize this place. I look down at myself and I'm still dressed in my work clothes, but they're dirty and stained with blood. My hands are shackled to the chair I'm sitting on and there's no means of escape. I try to jostle my hands out of their bondage but it's tight as hell. " You can't break out of that, sweetheart." A voice says. I turn my head to the source of the voice and I'm surprised to see Bianca. She's dressed in all black attire. Black pants, black boots, black top. Bianca takes slow strides to my bonded form as she bends a little so we're eye to eye. " Well, you don't look bad being strapped to a chair."" Bianca, what are you doing?"" Why don't you tel

EpilogueNaomi's POVIt's been two years since I lost my best friend. My best friend who turned out to be Gianna Haines, Killian Black's ex-girlfriend and baby mother. This last year, every night that I go to bed, I dream of that night. I dream of Bianca falling off that window and I can't get the look in her eyes out of my head. That look of fear as she tumbled off that window. I lived with guilt for months. Telling myself that maybe I should have done better. Maybe I should have talked to her about what's really bothering her before all of that happened. I visited her grave twice every week this past year. I just sit there and stare at her headstone. Sometimes I weep, I cry and constantly wish things were different. I wished things didn't have to be like this. I wished she didn't have to die. She might want me dead and she might have hated me for so long, she was still my best friend. Bianca was always there for me when I needed her the most. And whenever I'm in a shitty place, as