Alexa knew she shouldn't be as worked up as she was, but her anger...she couldn't get a hold of it.
Christopher must be some heartless monster to make light of the most hurtful trauma she had experienced. He might be clueless about what had happened to her, but his assumptions were disrespectful and demeaning.
It wasn't just about her eye, but what it represented about her. That she was nothing, a nobody, used and passed around for everyone's amusement, and the only gratification she got were the scars that donned her.
She never got the chance to be a reckless teenager. She never got the opportunity to do what he accused her of with a teenage boy. She never got a chance at anything, and even now, when she wanted something for herself, to school, she couldn't even do it.
Alexa blinked when she felt scalding tears pool in her eyes and it came running down her eyes. Vicious anger seethed through her.