GRIFFIN’S POV
I woke up in my bed. The last thing I remember was yelling at my f*****g Mother, or shall I say, Lucy. Yup, that’s her name. Definitely not my Mother. A glass of water with 2 aspirin is placed on the bedside table. I try to remember what happened last night but Everything is a blur. I slip out of bed, a bloody t-shirt laying on the floor, my knuckles busted, and suddenly, memories surge in my mind. Mark f*****g kissed my girl. Anger rebuilds in minutes. The memory brings me to my knees; I have never felt pain like this, not even when Jocelyn died. The images keep replaying in my head, Mark pinning Mia against the f*****g wall. The urge to go look for Mark and finish what I started creeps into my mind. My blood started boiling again. I grabbed a clean T-shirt and went downsta
