I wasn’t going to take anymore bullshit. For years, I’d harboured so much anger towards my father, but no more. I had to use that anger, channel it into something worthwhile. Keeping it inside was only doing more damage, and ultimately hurting me. But things had to change. I was going to change. No more weak Colton. That was a mask I was ripping off, and I couldn’t wait to replace it with something a hell of a lot more menacing. The world wasn’t ready for what I had in mind.
