Because he's a total prick.
Because he lied about me.
Because he was awful in all the ways that counted.
And…Before I could continue with my mental list, a thud just outside my hotel room made me pause. This was quickly followed by a yelp, and then a scream. I looked toward the sound and felt my brow wrinkle in confusion. The screamer sounded like a guy.
Well, that was odd.
Into the phone, I said, "Sorry, but I've gotta go."
"But what about Mister Bennington?"
Fuck Mister Bennington.But I didn’t say it, because none of this was Carla's fault. So instead, I promised to keep an eye out and quickly hung up before dashing to the door to see what on Earth was going on.
I poked my head out of the doorway and looked down the long corridor, just in time to see Zane Bennington – shirtless, no less – dragging the senator away by his ankle.
What the hell?