.... Shyn's Point of View ...
"Here we go!" I grabbed her wrist and pulled her out of the car. The flash and flickering of the cameras are blinding like bolts of lightning and annoying as thunder!
I'll help one last time. One. Last. Damn. Time!
Damn it! Damn it! I was supposed to quit and give up on her! Damn it!
I didn't realize it sooner, but I felt Ava slightly pulling his arm away multiple times. My head kept getting hotter and my grip on her becomes tighter and stronger. I am shocked myself that I immediately let her wrist go as soon as we passed by the crowd of photographers and interviewers outside the venue. "You should have said something," I said embarrassed, keeping my eyes away from her. I am seriously pissed that I want to kill someone!
