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All I see is red Pictures Breanna The i uncontrollably at my house as she sobbed, That picture has ruined my life

Breanna hijacksit with a picture ofhappened"

"But it looks like so into my skin

"Yeah, it does" The pride in Hewitt’s voice causeshim seven different ways until Sunday He holds out his cell, and if it weren’t for Breanna’s grasp onme that she’s here, I’d tear off his balls and shove theht seemed like a dreahter, her trust, the two of us sharing intimate details of our lives, and in front of ht I enjoyed This damn snapshot could destroy her reputation

"Are you suicidal, Hewitt?" I ask in a low tone "Because it feels like you’re begging sohs like what I said is a joke "You really are banging her, aren’t you? I had no idea ere going for was correct"

The crazy residing in me fractures and Breanna shouts ers into Hewitt’s shirt and slam him into the wall I’m eye to eye with the asshole and overpronounce my words in case he’s a stupid son of a bitch "You will not disrespect her"

His hands are on my wrists and he fails at freedom Hewitt’s face stains red and he breathes hard as I probably knocked the wind out of hi the cards, not you"

"Tell ive hi my fist into your face until you cry"

"Razor!" Breanna’s next to us "I’ll write the papers Please let hi er "Leave, Breanna Let ain my attention "I will destroy her by the end of the day"

"Razor, please!" Breanna cries "That picture can’t go live I’o!"

The despair in her voice unbalancesShe’s asking the iht Everyone knows this and the fact I’ because she asked confuses the hell out of me

"Please, Razor," she whispers, and it’s then that I notice her touch onin o"

I do, and Hewitt places space between us as he rights his shirt "You’re crazy, Turner"