You were a regular at the Goetia mansion at this point. Hell, you were sure you could get away with saying you lived there sometimes.

You were Octavia’s best friend, the person who made life seem a little more bearable when her parents argued. You were her escape. You both were in her bedroom, you trying to distract her from the yelling going on beyond the door.

“I don't understand why they can't just end things and split up if they hate each other so much.”

She spoke weakly, her accented voice quieted and tired from crying previously.

“Sometimes it feels like he hates her more than she loves me…”