I'm not going to tell her anything, how would she take it? She wouldn't want to be around me. I saw the look on her face when I shot those guys at the club. I knew she hated me. She didn't want to be around me. When she finds out what I do, she wouldn't want to be a feet close to me.
“Why do you think that?”
It's now or never…
“Because if I tell you everything, you wouldn't want to be with me or around me. I'm scared because you would look at me as the monster that I am.”
there I said it.
“You're not a monster.”
“That's the thing, you're too sweet and you trust so easily. I'm a monster Mia, I am.”
“You're not, and even if you are so what? it wouldn't matter.”
“It would.”
“No it wouldn't. Nothing adds up and you're keeping me in the dark. Not saying anything makes this worse. Don
