Chapter Eighty Four

Michaela's POV

I watched as they all walked away in anger. Elena seems to be omnipresent, even when she's supposed to be in the hospital; she always finds ways to appear in front of me.

But this time, she didn't react. It's as if even my memories have been erased. I walked away, got into my car, and headed home. Once inside, I grabbed a vase and smashed it to the ground. Elena, always Elena.

My hand reached for another vase and I smashed it on the floor yelling at the top of my voice. “What can I do to get rid of her entirely?”.

My eyes looked lavid as I bared my teeth just at the thought of her.

“Why can't he like me, and only me?”

My body swayed in anger as my eyes widened in madness. “Do I have to kill her to get him?” But it would anger Alexander. If Alexander heats my thoughts, Mason is as good as gone, “what do I do in this situation?” I'm sort of stuck.

Who do I call for help?, according to what I know Williams is as good as dumb even though he seems like the perfect psychopath