XANDER'S POV

I groan as I collapse back on the chair that was resting in my cage. I cover my face with my hands and snarl, "What the fuck am I fucking doing?"

I knew I went too far with what I said. I absolutely HATE IT! I hate that I have to do this! I've played with her in a cruel way. I stomped and spat on every little kind thing she has done for me. She has been trying so hard to be kind to me, even though all I've been to her, is a bully. Worse than a bully. I was like an abuser.

She's probably crying...