Catherine's POV
Gabriel drove like the steering wheel had personally offended him. "Fuck this, I swear, Sasha has done enough. I hate how the school keeps covering her," he muttered, slamming his palm against the wheel. "What kind of psycho beats people for fun? And her little minions? Seriously? What is wrong with people?"
I stared out the window, watching the trees blur past, barely hearing him. My mind kept circling back to Tessa, remembering the look in her eyes when Sasha told her to hit me. The tremor in her hands and the apology she couldn't say out loud.
Tessa clearly wasn't like them. What could Sasha possibly have on her that she'd rather stay chained to that group than walk away?
Gabriel kept ranting, his voice buried in anger, but I could only hum in response. I still felt a lot of pain from the beatings, so every bump on the road sent a sting up my ribs and my face throbbed like it had its own pulse.
