Norman:
The moment she said that, I couldn't help but do something reckless. I grabbed the glass and spilled the water on her face to wake her up.
Why the heck did she think I would want her, of all people, to be my brother's toy?
She seemed shocked, her mouth open, water dripping down her face.
Well, I regretted doing it, but it was a reflex.
"For not freaking defending yourself when all the accusations were being thrown your way," I told her, explaining why I did it. "And then half of it—for thinking I see you as a toy. You need to wake up now. Why the hell would I be okay with it?" I yelled.
She rubbed her face clean, and I couldn't help but bite my tongue awkwardly. Why did it affect me so much that she thought so low of me? I had never acted like this with anyone. Why was I so obsessed with what she thought of me, and why the hell was I so angry with my brother?
