Hardy's POV
Control.
I had little control over my life and every aspect of my childhood growing up, mostly because I had the devil as my mother, a coward as a father and a world who found new ways to break me down each day.
Growing up like that made me extremely guarded, I yielded control to no one. I cling to it like one would cling to sanity.
Yesterday was different. Yesterday, I did something I haven't done in a long time.
Yesterday, I let go of that control…I handed it over to her.
It didn't make any sense to me. It didn't make sense why I yielded control, why I lowered my guard and I allowed a girl into my head.
I did that for Miracle Cole and I didn't think twice about it.
If I could yield control just with a snap of a finger then what wouldn't I do for the girl?
Hearing her sobbing last night after witnessing the horrors in my head. It made me want to set the world on fire until the person who caused her distress was wiped out of existence.
