Dimitry’s POV
Monster.
She called me a monster, is that who I really am to her, a monster?
The word has being repeating itself in my head the past few hours I have been seated out here. The sun has long set, darkness has taken over and it’s started getting chilly. How can I make things better between us?
Should I be nicer to her?
Should I give her a bit of freedom?
I better go back inside, how will I face her after our little heated argument before I stormed out. I have been outside too long, who knows what she’s plotting now.
Brace yourself Dimitry, I hope not to be welcomed by a flying pan or pot.
I get off the steps on the porch where I have been sitting for the past few hours thinking of how to solve this mess I have created. No new ideas came to mind, I could ask Tucker but
