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PART ONE
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There it was. I stare at the two story wooden house that sits at my left. My hands hold onto the steering wheel of Grey's car tight, my knees bobbing up and down with despair. My heart jumps with fright every passing second.
My whole childhood was in this house, this wormhole of unwanted memories.
The orange colored walls faded along the years, but still noticeable. The grass dried down to dirt. I look back in front of me, not able to look at it.
Eyes glazing around, still no other houses in sight nor is there any one walking around just an open stretch. It is the same waste land it was when I left.
"Breath, Veronica." Grey places his hand on my lap. I look down at his large hand and take a deep breath. Only then did I realize that I was holding my breath. Air fills my empty lungs and I look back at the house. "We can turn this car around and never come back–" I shake my head, stopping him. "Veronica..." He starts again with a concerned look in his eyes.
"No." I look back at him shaking my head and chew my lip before speaking again this time with a reason. "I came here just to see Ryan's room one more time. Try to remember...anything good, Anything at all." I keep my glaze on the house.
Reaching down I pull my seat belt from around me and push the car door open, Grey's hand falls from my lap and I hear a sigh escape his lips. As a flash, I step out and onto the sidewalk. Closing the door shut behind me. I fold my arms over my chest before I take a few more steps now on the front lawn.
"My hell." I whispered while analyzing the house. Nothing but; disgust, anger and hate runs through my veins, my blood running cold and my heart wrenching with pain. My fist balled as my jaw clicks tight.
Where my life started and where I learned about pain. The real pain of life. The worst pain you can experience is your family not loving you in a way you should be loved.
My father twisted the morals of family and made my life a living hell.
Grey walks to the side of me stopping just as our arms glaze each other. My head stays still and my eyes move to the left already seeing him looking at me. A faint smile on his lips. I watch him turn back, watching the house like it's going to blow up any second. He pulls his hands from his pants pockets and flicks a pack of cigarettes open. I let out a breathless laugh and tipped my head to the side now turned to look at him.
He turns back to look at me with a raised eyebrow right after he lights the joint and slips the pack and the lighter into his suit pants. I duck my head and click my tongue.
"Those things are bad for your lungs." I say, his lip tugs up after he taps the joint so the ash would fall –A movement I have found very attractive when he does it.
