Klaus' POV
I sighed, lying on my back as I stared aimlessly up at the ceiling with my football in hand. I felt like I was loosing control of myself, my mind, my body, whenever I was around Raylee. I didn't mean to grab her so harshly, I didn't mean to raise my voice at her, I didn't mean to reject her offer to sit beside me. On the contrary, I wanted her next to me, close by my side, but it seemed like the closer she was to me, the more out of control I became.
As soon as I came inside, I locked myself in the confines of my room, like a prisoner being punished for his crime. I refused to go out, depriving my dry throat of liquid. At least, in here, there was no way I couldn't hurt her.
I tossed the football in the air once again, catching it with my left hand in sync with the slamming o
