Chapter 125

• Blair
• To say I’m even more angry when sober would be an understatement. These fucking Crew brothers need to be taken down a peg. I’m not the type to let an insult like that stand. Deep inside, I know I let it affect me so badly because... fuck. I give a shit what they think, and to hear they think I’m a mess? A fucking easy mess? It devastated me, but my reaction to being hurt or upset is built on years of mistrust, anger, and pain.
• I act out like the mess they call me, but now it’s focused on making them pay... or more importantly, making Cyrus pay. Everyone worships the ground he walks on. They fear him and refuse to even look at him in case it causes insult. Well, I’ve been living on borrowed time for a year or so now, so I’m not fucking scared.