I Won’t Let It Go.
Michael’s POV
“Arse hole… I hate him,” I growled as I threw my hand over my hair. “Cameron!!” I thundered as I stood up and punched the war so hard, it drew blood.
“Clarissa, Flora, Diana… she is mine… Mine!!” I rested my back on the wall as I shook my head. “I must have her, I am obsessed with her.”
I punched the wall again twice, making it c***k. The white paint was stained with my blood. The skin of my fingers glued shut, my blood drawing back inside my hand as the wound closed.
I looked at the time. It was almost ten; my phone had been ringing; I knew it was work-related. But, I only stay in this world because of her, because of Diana.
I promised myself that I would do better this time. But, why the heck did I make her fear me? Why the heck did I try to sleep
