He chuckles. "You're worse than I thought." He states. "I thought you'd at least feel an ounce of regret or guilt. But I was wrong."
"You know nothing." I state. My hands were already turning white due to the way I fisted them tightly.
"Don't bullshit me." He calmly places his hands in his pockets. "You don't even remember me. How the hell are you sure I don't know a thing?"
"I didn't kill Ian."
He nods. "Let's say you didn't." He says. "Let's just say you didn't kill him. Then why didn't you answer when he needed you the most."
That's because I-
I squeezed my hands tighter.
You can't fucking understand.
I was starting to sweat.
"Why weren't you there?"
I was starting to get anxious.
Is he fucking playing mind games with me?
"Why did you fail to protect your best friend?"
