KATLYN
I hate him.
I hate him.
I hate him.
Do you really, though?
I gritted my teeth against that voice and tried to focus back on my friends who were all making plans to go out tonight to celebrate Emma’s birthday and they were here to take me with them. And, I wanted to join them, not just because Emma was my friend and I wanted to celebrate her birthday but also because I didn't want him to think that I wasn’t going because of him. It will make him think that I was taking his nonsensical demands into consideration. Like I’d ever obey him— the joke, especially when he so eloquently put it that I was his. I wasn't his. I wasn’t anyone’s. No one will ever control me.
And for that, to prove it to him, I have something far better in my mind to do than just go out to party with my
