(VALENTINO'S POV)
I don't know how long I've been sitting hunched over on the edge of my bed, staring at the floor. But Aunt Francesca hasn't left my side since.
She's been sitting right next to me with her hand resting on my back.
My elbows are resting on my knees and my hands are hanging between my legs. My breathing has finally slowed down, but I can still feel pain sitting deep in the left side of my chest.
It's not as bad as before.
It's just a dull ache now.
A constant reminder that my body is still not strong enough to survive what my mind keeps putting it through.
My head is throbbing too.
I feel it in the painful pulse sitting behind my eyes and at the back of my skull, probably from how hard I screamed earlier. My throat feels raw too as if I swallowed glass, and every time I breathe too deeply, I feel a sharp sting in my chest.
God… what the hell did I just do?
I shot at her.
I actually pointed a gun at Krystal and pulled the trigger. Twice.
