"You... really don't fu.cking care at all, do you?" Feral mumbled, shocking me a little.
"No," I said, my voice softer, but stern. "Not anymore. That's all in the past now. Buried. I don't care about you at all anymore."
"I don't believe you," he pushed out through clenched teeth.
"I don't care what you believe Feral," I said.
"I thought we were friends," he muttered, repeating the words with a confused look on his stupid face.
I scoffed at that, blinking back tears, trying not to let the anger consume me again.
"We were never friends, Feral," I stated, spitting the words at him. "I was only a job, an obligation. You were just a glorified babysitter. Everything between us was a big fat lie. I should have known that the day you called me poison."
"So, that's what this is about then
