Messed Up

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*Noah POV* The fact that I was acting as if I didn't give a s**t about Hope, or what was happening to her was bullshit. I am angry at myself for it, but if I allowed myself to show sympathy for her, it would make me look weak. What kind of man would feel sympathy for the family of the man who murdered their father in cold blood? Me, that’s who. “Don’t let them see your soft side,” my dad would lecture. “Soft equals weakness,” he would say. I know he is wrong, but because of the mental mind f**k, I feel as if it’s the only way to get people to respect me. When I left Nick’s office, I went straight to the security room. I wanted to observe the situation that Nick had told me. He said that there were people treating Hope badly. I wanted to see if it was a lie or not. So, I went into th

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