Tate pov
I went home after the fight and paced back and forth, back and forth, my body straining from everything it’s done today but I couldn’t sit down and rest; I didn’t deserve it.
‘You’re in love with her. And you let that monster take her away to beat her. And for what? For being brave enough to love you despite what you put her through.’ Damian spit at me. I growled, picking up my nightstand and throwing it at the dresser mirror, shattering glass everywhere. ‘You don’t deserve her.’ He continued.
“I know! I know already!” I screamed, picking up a chair in the corner of the room and throwing it at my window. A large crack could be heard, another throw and it would shatter through. I didn’t even care, I wished everything would break, then it would all be broken, like me.
