"Yes." She said, indignantly, with a voice that sounded so full of despair it was heart wrenching. She cried for a while, until she was all cried out and the sadness made way for the anger she felt boiling inside her. But she didn't want to get up - his hands on her back and hair were soothing and his little touches kept her from absolutely exploding. She took a deep breath, or two, or three, before she finally sat up and wiped her eyes. She didn't move far from him, though. Really, she scooted closer and put her face into his neck.
"I'm so tired. I slept all day and I'm so tired. Annabelle told me some heavy stuff. I know more about William Knox than I ever wanted to. Connor hates me. Viola hates me. They kissed. They fucking kissed on my birthday. Viola told me - well you know. She's... suicidal. On my birthday morning. And we went out and she ruined my whole experience going out with Ava. It would have been so perfect." Her voice started to hiccup, she wanted to cry again but she refused. "I want to kill William Knox. Do you think it would be hard?"