Alexa's P . O . V
Exactly a week today since I quit my Job and heard from Jay.
Slipping a revolver in the lower left pocket of my leather Cargo pants, and a pocket knife in the other, with a death glare at my very own reflection in the mirror, I slipped on my black leather Jacket, a pair of thick gloves, my thick boots and plain mask I rolled up my head I looked totally like a serial killer and that gave me enough courage to carry on with what I had planned for tonight.
After days of hating on Jay and the rest of the world, I deemed myself unworthy for the fact that I got carried away from my main aim of being here most especially disgusted at the fact that I got swayed by the son of the one man who is my greatest enemy, the one man that made my already broken life a tragedy.
I hated
