it's playing like a wreck

Well that had an unexpected sting to it. It had been him and Hazel against the word for so long, that he started to wonder when she had turned her bitterness to him. The moment he had mentioned his father's return? Earlier? It was as if she was stabbing him just to see if he bled. He grabbed the jar, taking a burning swig of its contents. Feeling resentment and bitterness stirring in his gut. He'd already made it clear he was choosing her over his father.


He was going against everything he was raised for. Everything he wanted. Because he wanted her more. 


He didn't let go of the jar, but took another swig instead. Half chugging it. He could feel his temper rising, pain and hurt through his veins. Just as it had earlier, when he has mentioned his father's. And she had chosen words for their value in hurting him. His missing sisters, the worth of his father's love. She of all wolves should know how much it hurts. “I was never going to choose for you. I wasn't going to walk away and leave you. You're acting like I already decided to leave. You're punishing me.”