Devon
Devon's sitting on the couch and smoking a cigarette.
He regrets letting Amelia go. He can't stop thinking about it. He should've followed his instincts and shot that driver f**k in the head. He'd deal with the consequences later, but at least she'd be out of immediate danger. Instead, he let her go. Now, he's here ruminating and wishing he had done things differently.
What made him go to the room like a little b***h was the way she looked at him. It cut him in f*****g half. She doesn't trust him anymore, that much is evident, but can he blame her? He f****d up, a lot of times. She has every right to treat him this way. This time, it's different, though. He really means well. He wants to help her. He changed his mind practically overnight. What he made her go through was wrong,
