That girl is broken and hurting, and you think you’re the one who knows how to help her?” His chin lifts as he crosses his arms over his chest. “Of course. She needs fun and laughter, someone to actually help take care of her, to protect her.” “That girl doesn’t need to be taken care of,” I snarl. “She’s stronger than you, than me, than fucking all of us combined. But just like with me, you see what you want to see.”
