Beg Me in the Mud
Language: en
When the wedding limousine pulled up to the venue, Jack didn't get out right away. He rolled down the window halfway, looking at me through the falling white rose petals. His gaze was entirely too calm. "Mallory is back." The bridesmaids' laughter died instantly. I stood frozen on the steps, clutching the bouquet he had personally arranged for me. He flicked the ash from his cigarette. "She called me in the middle of the night. Said she couldn't survive over there anymore." "When I arrived at her place, she was on the floor. Half a bottle of sleeping pills next to her, three deep cuts…