Chris let out a sigh as he slammed the door to his bedroom shut. Why was he having such a terrible day? Why wasn't one thing going according to his plan?
Sure, he too had deleted the pictures from his wall but only because Jessica asked him to. He would have left it there if he had the choice.
Thinking about it now, it was wrong that he let Jessica control his every thought and move back then. It was like he was nothing but a puppet to her and he let her control him but not anymore.
He was the puppeteer, not the puppet. And no one would control him like that ever again. Not his parents or Jessica.
His mind was set on one thing now and that one thing was bringing Cara back into his home. That was the only thing he wanted and he would make sure he did it.
Jessica? She could go to hell f
