A GUY’S GUY.

Payton led King to her room, the one she used before she moved out of the house in silence.

When she entered, she blinked the tears that were threatening to fall as she saw that all of her loads had been packed away. There was nothing that reminded her of her room again, and it was painful to see that.

In the room was just a big table and she immediately knew that it was her stepmother’s doing.

She knew her dad. The last thing he would do was obliterate her trace in the house.

She breathed out and nodded her head. Hating the silence in the room, she turned to look at King who walked to the window and looked out of it.

She hated the silence. She wanted him to say the piece of his mind, but what could she do when he only looked around the empty room like he was on a tour?

“You…” she started but he soon cut her off by asking.

“Was this your room?”

She nodded her head to answer and he sniffed.

He guessed right. Even without being told anything, he could smell her scent which still lingers