Zane: Apology

I know we pushed her, and hell, I am surprised it took her a week to fight back. But she still looks defeated. Maybe we did it the wrong way and should have tried something else?

“I’m sorry, Emmi, we just didn’t want you to lose who you were. That fighter, the one with fire in her eyes. Don’t lose that side of you.” My hands wash across her skin.

“I honestly thought you all hated me. Dante telling me I’m just another whore, Bear telling me I’m just like every other woman. You all calling me Princess, Gunner telling me I’m nothing more than a toy he is bored of.” Her head falls forward.

“And me, I told you that you weren’t worthy for any man to touch.” I didn’t mean it. I had been arguing with Dante, pleading that he let us stop. That we just tell her. She was there and crying, and I felt like I had to cuddle her. So, I spoke to make her run from me. Then after I felt like a jerk and beat the crap out of men in the club to try to release that feeling.

“I don’t know what to believe anym