“You know, it’s so weird, but I don’t hate him. Because while he was doing it, he was saying things like, You think this is bad? You should’ve seen my daddy on a Tuesday night. You think this is bad? You’re not going to the hospital over this. And I just felt bad for him. Afterward, he cried, Sia. And went in his room, slammed the door. And I couldn’t help but feel bad for him.” Noah looks right in my eyes. “How shitty, you know, to become the person you hate? And then have no idea how to stop.”
