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Lucas' POV—

"Dude what the hell? Y'all just lost y'all daddy and your worried about me being there for her and telling her that she has some one else that loves her to. Dude. That's messed up if thats your top priority right now." I said scowling him.

   "Last time I checked I told you to stay away from her. Then you go behind my back and tell her you have feelings for her. And like you said our dad just died. I'm pretty sure the last thing she needs right now is a boyfriend and another person messing with her life. Apparently that's my job so back the hell away from my sister." Payton said chill at first then got more pissed when he was almost finished. I'm just so pissed right now I can't think I go to my room where I have my guns and grab my pistol, my GLOCK 19 my Browning HI-Power, and my SIG Sauer P226 and put them in my bag and hop in my car and head for the shooting range. The shooting range always calmed me down. Unlike Payton I don't need to shoot someone to feel better I can just come a shoot a few targets and be chill. But I don't even thinks he realizes that he can just come to the shooting range. Oh well who will ever know the ways of Payton. Whatever I'm sick and tired of everyone's bullshit. Like my dad popping in a few weeks ago after not seeing him for ten year and I'm 24 now. I haven't seen him since I was fourteen. Like what the hell dad. I'm so pissed I don't know what else to say or think or even put on the got damn radio of my fucking car.

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