85. Freedom

Xavion

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“I’m sorry, Xavion, but I can’t. I don’t think this is right. What about Trinity? She invested herself so much in you for three years. You can’t just wipe her in a snap. It’s not right… a-and what about your parents? Your mother hates me. And your father still doesn’t approve of me.”

My heart dropped to the ground the moment I heard it from her. It kept playing on my head like a dislocated player disc.

Fucking dammit! I could feel the screams of frustration at the back of my throat as the pain kept squeezing my chest.

“Hey, bro, are you listening to me?” Glenn furrowed his brows and looked at me intently with a serious expression.

“Something is wrong with you. Come on, tell me.” He stood firmly before me, crossed his arms, and demanded to know what was wrong.

I stood up, sighed, and turned my back on Glenn, trying to figure out everything about Quinn.

I have to do something, or I’ll go insane with this again. This can’t be effing happening.

"Xavion Xavier Mondragon?