RAPHAEL’S POV.
I took another swing of the alcohol in my hand, the warm and bitter liquid trickling down my throat to my stomach. There was nothing I hated more than a failed conquest, a failed attempt at something and that was exactly what Allison showed me. I was angry, the more I looked at everything, how I worked hard with her for everything, the more anger I felt in my veins.
For years I had been with her, asked her out, made sure she could always call me. For years I had monitored her movement, know every place she went to and everyone she saw. My eyes narrowed down on every picture I have of her. I knew all her friends, all the people she met on a daily basis. There was nothing about Allison I didn’t know about.
And every evidence of it was here, in this room, staring right at me
