I hate him for things he did to me, for the things he does to you.” Lo shakes his head and sits up. He wipes his face with his shirt and his eyes turn cold again. “Jesus Christ,” he laughs a bitter fucking laugh. “You don’t get it. I deserved every word he said to me. You didn’t know me in prep school, Ryke. I was a fucking shit. I was terrible.” I glower. “Don’t ever fucking tell me that you deserved it. No one deserves to be beat down every fucking day.”
