Chapter 36. Start Of Vengeance

I thought my hate had put my feelings for Zeath in the grave.

It should have.

No one would receive such an amount of wickedness and not feel nothing but pure disgust for the instigator. Yet why is my case different? And it’s not like I’m a saint. Zeath himself said it after all.

I need the essay to trigger my anger. I need my sanity back, as I’m slowly falling—again—for a prank, maybe.

I keep telling myself I won’t, but each time my walls keep going down way lower than I’m able to put them up.

Chelsea has been trying to talk sense into me. Her words have meaning. Tara knows they have meaning, but the Mellow awakening in me thinks they don’t.

Emotions can be a judge. A cruel judge from hell. One that is bound to doom its convict. And I’m not about to be among the doomed.

“Was it necessary to post the essay?” Chelsea appears behind me as I make lunch. “I mean, it refers to your father as ‘the president’. He no longer is