I wanted to get drunk. I wanted to hit something. I wanted to hold someone. I shook my head. No. Not her. Never again.
I pushed my hand into my hair, chuckling to myself. Classic Mason. The stars must have been aligned wrong when I was born. f**k!. Someone was driving a dagger into my heart and twisting it, taking their time in wrecking me.
I had dreamt of when I would be able to hear Indigo’s thoughts. I figured it would be filled with sweet things and maybe mirror the happiness and elation that mine was filled with. I had been wrong. So freaking wrong!
I kicked my dresser, hissing as the hard wood refused to move even an inch.
“f**k you! f**k you to hell and back!” I swiped my hands across it, sending bottles of cologne and beauty products to the ground. A number of them burst
