(Cassie’s POV)
I threw another book at him. I couldn’t think straight, everything inside of me was trying to spill out. I felt broken and betrayed and I hated that once again my life was not in my control. I lashed out because I didn’t know what else I could do, I lashed out because I was a wounded animal and this was the only control I had. So I screamed at him, I threw things, I cried and I blamed him. I did all this because if I stopped and then I would have to admit that I had no control over my own life. All I had was the rage!
But the rage burnt bright and fast and it burnt out and my screams turned to quiet sobs as I crumpled to the floor exhausted. I don’t know if I fell asleep or just spaced out but at some point I felt a familiar warmth and woodsy smell of Hunter and I opened m
