Laying on the bed and watching the ceiling, I traced my finger on my lower lips. It's been hours but I still feel it, feel those soft lips on mine. Funny enough, my nose still hurts from Xavier's punch but I feel I will let that pass, especially when I am in a good mood.
Clenching my fists, I groaned as I rolled to a sitting position. The fact that I have let Xavier hit me more than once seems enough to show Emily that I am trying to be a nice guy.
"f*****g son of a b***h!".
Walking to the bathroom, wash my face, and stared at my reflection in the sink mirror. This isn't the life I wanted, living alone, with no parents, no friends, no family.
The only family I thought I had was Xavier, and that's why I hate him so much.
"f*****g son of a b***h!" I muttered again.
Before I could real
