ROMAN

A few days have passed since that fucked up night, yet every time I think about it, I feel angry like Angus Calieri is standing right in front of me.

I imagine myself punching his face in and this gives me only a moment of gratification before it disappears completely and leaves me sick to my stomach.

He's in control and I let it happen.

The worse part is there's nothing I can do about it.

Nikki's in my arms. I managed to convince her to spend last night with me because she's been ...