Grayson
I should be pissed. Actually, I am pissed.
She shouldn’t be here, in my room, in my f*cking space.
I don’t like people in my space. I f*cking hate it. it’s personal. It’s mine.
At first a form of curiosity bubbled in me when I saw Raelynn sneak into my room like a rat, but as my eyes drop to the picture in her hand, a cold rage swallows every form of amusement I had.
My mother. She’s a forbidden topic, buried six feet into the ground along with her and it’s all because of—
Raelynn turns around quickly her eyes go wide but rather than fear in them she glares at me.
Fuck! That’s it. Something inside me snaps.
I grab her wrist and shove her against the cupboard, the photo slipping from her hand and landing between us. My hand wraps around her throat, not too tight to cut her f
