Will
I couldn't help it. I tried I even did that old trick where you look in the mirror and talk to yourself as if you're two separate people. Just. Play nice. I could be nice. I spoon fed celebrities on a daily basis. It was my job to kiss ass.
I just didn't want to kiss hers.
Because for some reason, being nice somehow felt like she'd won like she was getting in and the last thing I needed was to give her a foothold in any area of my life.
So anger was all I had.
Rudeness was what I clung to.
And I hated myself for it because that wasn't me, I'd never been that guy, hell maybe she'd turned me into that guy. The one that literally didn't give a s**t if she lived or died.
No that wasn't true.
I'd always cared.
Too much.
That was the problem.
True to her word, Angelica had gotten
