I deserve her hate, I deserve her words. I don’t deserve her, even I know that. No matter how much I try and move past it, I can’t. It was my idea that got her hurt. It was my idea to have Rosalie here, which made us blind to her sending that email. It was my fucked up idea to fuck Rosalie, even though I wished it was Daisy. At least I know my brothers will be happy, and won’t be hurt by her pushing them away. I saw her face, every time I tried to go in and talk to her. I saw all their faces, she was distant. Sure she let Marcello comfort her, but she was blocking out the feelings. Now, they have her so at least part of this fucked up situation is salvaged. I don’t usually do this, but I need some form of release, I need to feel some form of pain to make it feel like I am being punished for what I did. Everyone stands shocked to see me in the ring, I say ring but it’s just chalk drawn around the floor. I can fight, but no one sees it. With Demitri and Marcello it’s rare I need to f
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