Talia.

And slowly she falls unconscious.

She woke up later that night, noticing his hands holding onto her, he was cuddling her, she looked down on her body as she noticed she wasn't even putting anything on, slowly, she felt a sharp pain shoot from her next to her head.

Kennedy is releasing her from his grip because he heard her whimper.

“Baby,” he whispers. Planting a soft kiss on her forehead.

“You tried to kill me,” Talia mumbled, her voice so dry, it made a cracking sound at each word she spoke.

“I'm sorry, you pushed me, you made me angry,” he says, kissing her forehead again.

She sits up, he is laying down looking up at her.

“Kennedy, I want to leave,” Talia mumbles. Kennedy sits up too. He raises his hands and lifts her chin up to him. He is looking straight into her eyes.

“Babe, I said I'm sorry,” he bends to kiss her, but she pulls back.

She scoots away, until she is at the edge of the bed, she slides down, and Keneddy follows her.

“Babe,” he calls, she rushes to the bathroom, ope