Orion’s POV
Smack!
My dropping the dish on the sink after washing it, is a bit too aggressive. And the sad thing is I'm too fixed in my head to realize that.
Smack!
Another joins the pile, still in my nonchalance frame.
My head is spinning in futile circles, and I hate that I can't tame my emotions. I'm all over the place like a toddler, hating that I can't even get a grip on whatever I should.
“Are you okay, man?”
The words are incoherent to me, as I block out everything in my head, focusing on my bitter energy.
‘I hate you, bitch!’
My brain groans in terror.
There's Piper whom I wish to drive a knife in her guts until she takes her last breath, and there's Avery, with the silly head just sitting put like an idiot throughout the goddamn brief meeting.
“Man?”
And somehow, Piper thinks it's wise to get on my nerves. I've hated her energy and everything she represents from the get-go.
Smack!