Life's really not a charm.
VIVIENNE’S POV.
I was getting tired of slamming doors all day and weeping myself to sleep. It needed to stop.
I was sick of it. Fed up. I was…. “Aarghhhh!”
I threw my hands into the air, stabbing aggressively and stomping my foot on the ground.
“I hate this, I hate my life,” I screamed into the air.
I grabbed my pillow and threw it against the window. It felt good for a second, then the guilt came back even harder.
And then, I didn't know what came over me. I thrashed my room into a mess, crashing things to the ground as I screamed angrily.
Being a b***h wasn't going to do anything to help my case, but it felt so good taking my anger on something.
If I was guessing right, he wanted me to be a dolled up bimbo who spoke when he wanted, ate when he
