Chapter Thirty Seven
In which it got worse.
[Ayne Kent’s Point of View]
Lucas is being such an asshole.
I could still feel my face swelling after last night’s occurrence. My sister did her best to help her, thinking that everything happened because of the whole situation with our father. There was a slight tinge of guilt ringing inside of me, knowing that I disregarded a whole night of reading through my father’s file just to cry because of the asshole that I call my boyfriend. His words bugged me, and I was not too fond of that.
Lucas always has the power to control my emotions and thoughts. He would have words that would bug me for hours, maybe even days, whether it was because of my constant need to have a smooth relationship with him or the probable chance that I was wrong in so
