I wanted to keep him safe from Claudia, from demons, from whatever else might be trying to kill him on any given day. But I wanted to beat the hell out of him. He took my already complicated life and made it a thousand times worse. Just like a Hewitt to take and take and take and never give anything back. He’d taken my time, my energy, my focus, and what was I left with? Pain. Death. Confusion. A veritable mess of emotions.
