MELISSA
I stared at Damien, noticing that his eyes were lost in anger. I knew there was nothing I could say that could wipe off that look in his eyes, so I remained quiet.
“Missy!” Damien’s voice picked up, this time louder than before. “I want answers.”
I remained mute with my eyes glued on him.
“f*****g answer me!” His voice thundered.
“Stop screaming at her.” Nicho stepped forward. “She only did what she did because she wanted to help you. That’s practically what everyone here is doing: helping. If you’re too wound up in your head to accept it. It doesn’t mean we would stop.”
“This isn’t about me wanting help or not. This is about the consequences that come with it, which I have explained a dozen times.” Damien spat back.
“You know what ?” Damien added, throwing his hands in the
