42: The pain that kills me

×Griffin×

Anastasia is freaking out. I can tell. I can feel it. As much as I want to stay with her, I turned the car away from her street and drove myself back to my hellhole. The place people expect me to call home. I've seen cemeteries and morgues with a more homey feeling than I get whenever I return home. There's a car I don't recognize outside in the driveway the very second my father's house comes into view.

Who the fuck owns that?

'Do we care?'

No you're right. We don't.

Once my car was secured in the parking spot, I headed out. Snatching the bags that I needed to hide for Anastasia. I'll take them to Dell's shed. As soon as I drop my things in my room. I feel like I'm fifty. My father makes me feel that old. I want to avoid him. I want to get as far as I can.

But that would mean he won. He succeeded in making me look like the devil's spawn. He's had every control over my life. He's the major reason I'm broody. The reason I've gotten into trouble.

If someone thinks you're ba