August's POV

"August, wait," Whitney called behind me.

I stopped moving and sighed heavily.

"What? Are you here to ask more questions?" I asked coldly.

"No, I am not. I just want to make sure that you aren't upset with all of us," she answered.

I turned and looked at her furiously.

"Were you not the one who heard me cry bitterly on the phone? Did you not see and hear how broken and alone I was? No one truly understood the pain I was in, not even you. You must have tried ...