ZOEY's POV
I walked to the elevator and I pressed the button to the rooftop. I needed fresh air, and probably calm down too. I was so furious not at Nick though but at myself. Even after five years, I still let him and his words affect me.
It made me so angry that Nick made what happened years ago seem like less of a big deal when I have spent years trying to make his words stop haunting and after all, that trying, I still failed. I still hear him tell me I'm ugly most of the time when I look in the mirror.
I hated his ignorant attitude just now. He had no right to feel like he knew me at all. Up to date he still thought that he had the right to hurt me five years ago. What does it take for some people to change?
"Bastard," I yelled angrily when I recalled what he said to me just now.
