He cringed when Anna reacted. He had hoped that she would take it better than this but that was not his luck. He sat there with his hands at his side and waited for her hand to connect with his cheek. When it didn't, he opened one eye just in time to see her walking out the door. Shit, this was not good. She was naked except for the towel. Looking down, he grimaced since he was in the same state. Now she was denouncing him as a liar to God. Like that asshole ever listened, he thought bitterly. He stood up to go help her with the door when she managed to get it open, only to fall to the floor again. Something snapped inside of him though when she said that he had died. He grabbed the half open door and slammed it open, sending the doorknob through the drywall. Kneeling down, he balled his hands into fists and stared into her eyes.<br/><br/>"I wished I could have died several times during those first six months," he hissed out. "The only reason I didn't cut my wrists or hang myself was the thought of you, Anna. I even started to slit my wrists one day when I remembered how you look on the day I was dragged out of the house in handcuffs. I vowed then that I would return and make Dad suffer through two years of hell before I ended his worthless life. Ask me anything,  Annabell Thurston. Ask me something only James Thurston, your brother, would know."