Bryce's POV
With a surge of energy, I rush forward towards the dresser and punch my fist into the large mirror.
I scream with anger and pain coursing through me. I have been forcing my anger and hurt to dissipate but sitting still isn't working and this is the only way to let my anger out.
Not minding the pain, I slam my fist into the unbroken parts once again and it shatters to the floor, piercing my hand with blood streaming down from my hand.
I fall to the floor and begin to cry hard like a child.
I can't help getting hurt.
I can't help feeling disappointed with each word that comes out of Crystal's mouth. I can't help not expecting something good from her but it always gets shattered just like this mirror.
I am not crying because of what she had said to me even t
