•:•:•:•:•:•:•:•☾MADDOX'S P.O.V.☽•:•.•:•.•:•:•:•
Maddox the failure, has a nice ring to it.
It had a twisted, venomous ring to it, didn’t it? The phrase hung in my mind like a parasite, sinking its claws deeper every second. How could she boldly look at me, me, and spit out such utter bullshit? My chest burned with the weight of her audacity, my teeth grinding so hard I thought they’d crack. Oh, I’m so f*****g pissed.
I stood rooted to the spot, my body stiff, fists clenched at my sides as my brain worked overtime to process her words. Each syllable was a shard of glass slicing through my pride. She called me a failure? The sheer absurdity of it almost made me laugh—almost. If it weren’t for the heat radiating off my skin, the pulsing in my temples, I might’ve believed I misheard her.
