End Of My Rope

I have been standing outside of Raven’s room, waiting. I don’t know if she knows that I am here, but I guess by the nervous pacing that she has a good idea that I am lingering outside here.

Ya, I fucking love the woman.

But she is now driving me insane. She, exactly in Mason’s words, threw a total tantrum when she had realized that I had left, and she knew there was only one place that I went.

Now, I have a temper that will come out when you have tested me beyond my patience. Yet, I can control it to a certain extent, the extent being when it is not Raven that is involved. But this woman throws a tantrum as if she gets fucking paid for it.

It is complete bullshit.

So, my patience is up, and I am about to enter this room whether or not she likes it.

With nothing but a very determined and angry hand, I fling the door open, I have Raven in my face trying to squeeze past.

“Oh no, you are not princess. I am not Maso