“You said I am who I am because of you,” I whisper, pressing my nails into the insides of my hands until red drips down my fingers. I step forward, my heart pulsing with rage and vengeance until its inky poison pumps through my veins like blood. “Just wait until you see who I become in spite of you.” Pushing past him, I walk out the door. I walk out of his life. For good.
