VIOLET’S POV
Of all the places my legs wanted to go to, my room was the last of it. Nothing about the space there was enough to want me stay in there.
I was fuming with anger and if I were to be monitored, it was sure to be seen that I...
VIOLET’S POV
Of all the places my legs wanted to go to, my room was the last of it. Nothing about the space there was enough to want me stay in there.
I was fuming with anger and if I were to be monitored, it was sure to be seen that I...