Chapter 92

~Avery's POV~ I grabbed the glass of water that was standing on my night table aggressively and through it across the room. The glass hit the wall and shattered into a hundred pieces that lay across the floor. ”IT’S BEEN A MONTH NATASHA!” I shouted. I was succumbing to the anger and frustration that had been slowly building for the past month. I grabbed the night table and threw it up in the air. It landed harshly on the floor, breaking the drawer. The only thing perhaps in the room that wasn't broken was the framed picture of me and James. It was lying safely on the bed. ”I know, sweetheart, it’s time soon I promise.” Natasha said from the chair she was sitting on. I turned my head and looked at her in disbelief. "You said that a month ago!” I shouted. ”I know,” Natasha remained calm. She had one leg over the other and her hands were clasped in front of her, lying on her knees. I shook my head and dragged my hands over my face. ”You say you know, but after this, you can go home to you