After Abby left I made my escape, heading back to the room. Michael North, it just had to be him. I didn't like him. I was settled on that. Beyond the fact that his eyes were a painful reminder of the boy I'd just lost, there was just something about him that didn't sit well with me. To add on to that, Adrian hated him, or at least he really didn't like him. There was a reason for that. I didn't trust him.
And now my life was in his hands. He was my guardian, that required some level of trust, didn't it?
I plopped onto the bed, burying my head under a ton of pillows, as I groaned in annoyance. I wallowed in self pity, allowing myself to feel sorry for my predicament. I was truly beginning to hate my life and wondering if this was all worth it.