Thread:Vox and the Vendetta/@comment-28578706-20180801145912/@comment-34052734-20180802025447

“WHY? WHY DID YOU STAY WITH HIM APRIL- THIS IS WHERE HE GOT YOU. THIS IS WHERE YOU WILL BE. GET- GET AWAY FROM ME!” His voice cracked, overwhelmed with pain and emotions when he roared. He didn’t want to yell. He never yelled. He never yelled at her. “GET AWAY FROM ME- before I hurt you.”

Once again, his tone changed. He was hurting. Clark, the young kid who was shy and caring, lovable to almost all—was hurting. His hands balled up and opened, teeth grinding, face twitching. It wasn’t often that a man like him cried, no. Not every day was an emotional rollercoaster of guilt and rage. Clark couldn’t even afford to look at her.