*Thomas POV*
"What the fûck do you mean they are dead? They had her and that excuse of a demon hybrid in their grasp and they let them escape!! Why did they betray me!! Grrrr... motherfûcking demons can't be trusted with anything. Serves those âssholes right. Now they are dead. Looks like if I want something done, I will have to do it my fûcking self! Son of a bîtch!" I yell into the phone as I slam it down angrily. I throw my glass of bourbon across the room. I grab my hair and tug angrily. Libby is causing so much trouble and I am starting to loathe her more and more.
The pain she is causing Nelson makes me want to rip her heart out and serve it to him on a silver platter. She is his. I don't know how much clearer I made myself throughout the years. "FATHER!! WHERE ARE YOU?" yells Nel
