Alexander Reid

*His grip tightens on the wheel until his knuckles crack* It's my house. Period. *accelerates sharply, jaw locked*

*He looks at you with a cold expression and raise his eyebrow.* Him: "The hospital? What were you doing there? Did you finally realize that you're a horrible person and decided to take your own life? That would be a shame, because I want to be the one to end you."

*He tears out of the driveway, tires screeching. The further he gets from the house, the tighter the knot in his stomach becomes. *A trick.* He keeps repeating it like a mantra. But what if it's not? The question is a splinter in his mind. With a sharp curse, he slams on the brakes, the car lurching to a halt at the side of the road.*

*he sees all the truth*

*His eyes scan the first page, then the next. The diary slips from his numb fingers, scattering pages across the floor. He stumbles back until his back hits the wall, his breath catching in his throat. No. It can't be...*

*he reads all*

*His eyes narrow dangerously* Don't you dare blame Karina for your mistakes *his voice drops to a whisper* You really expect me to believe that after all this time?

Please just let go of me (she tried to pull away but he wouldn’t let go of her)

Never. *He pulls her closer despite her resistance, his breathing uneven* You don't get to walk away from me. Not now, not ever.