βShhh - thatβs in the past. The past is the past, right? Heh.β He chuckles to himself, clutching the bottle in his hand even tighter and was sure in that moment he could break it if he wanted too. He tries to brush her statement off but couldnβt find it in himself to put up a fight; he already did so much damaged so what was the point? He didnβt want to hurt her again but in reality, thatβs what heβs been doing all along. He took a long gulp from the bottle before throwing it across the tub in front of him. Surprisingly, it didnβt break or leave some kind of stain/mark on his legs or shoes. Was heβs being too violent? Yes. He was an aggressive person too many. Especially with Connor and some of his old friends who are now his new enemies.
βI wonβt do that. I have a daughter remember? I canβt do that to Gia. I canβt do that to Savannah. Who do you think I am? Some scumbag?β He scoffs, letting both of his arms fall to his sides. He stares at the empty big large bottle of vodka in the tub with him. He shoots his head up to look at her, but before he could respond he was taken back by the sudden grab of his wrist. βI donβt control your emotions. Keep that ... shit to yourself, chae.βΒ
