49 - Everyone Breaks

~Damien’s Point of View~

“What the hell is wrong with me,” Dawson snapped, smashing his fist into the desk.

“Short list or long list,” I said, snorting. But this was no laughing matter. He ignored me anyhow.

He quickly buried his hands in his hair, it was in desperate need of a cut and I knew that had to bother him. He always had his hair cut about every ten to twelve days exactly. He was coming up on a month and he’d probably lose it and get a razor soon.

“You’re not always going to be able to control her, anymore than you can control me. You shouldn’t want to control her. She’s been nothing but leashed her entire life,” I said, knowing I had some blame in it too.