CHAPTER TEN

|•| DESIRÉE DOYLE |•|

"Face it, Desirée Doyle, you'd be doing the world a fucking favour if you died because no one wants you. . ."

Get out of my head.

"No one wants you!"

That's not true. . .

". . .Even the woman who gave birth to you couldn't stand you and she dumped your sorry ass!"

The fiery liquid that hung in my eyes, which I was desperately trying to hold back felt like a heavy storm brewing in the clouds. I was trying to keep it together because I could feel heavy sobs and screams hanging in my throat like a bunch of explosives waiting to burst out from their confines.

The air in my lungs was tightening up, making it so hard to breathe as each second ticked by. That pent-up frustration, that anger, it swirled in the pit of my stomach, hinting at the one thing I needed to do like an incessant fiery red light depicting danger.

I needed to scream. To let it out.

'Say the words, Desirée.' That voice in my head, one I hadn't heard in a long while, snickered at me, dripping with so