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Fyn's POV

I stood at my parents front door and took a deep breath before ringing the bell

It didn't take long before someone answered the door

It was the maid Mindy

I never understood why she took the job as a maid when she was only a year older than me

"Hey, are my parents home?" I asked

"No, they're at the ruzby's gala but Zay is here" she said as she stepped aside to let me in

Why didn't my brother go? They usually force us to public events

"He's in the living room" Mindy said before shutting the door behind me and walking away

I slowly walked into the living room not fully prepared to face him

"Hey" I said lowly which caused him to turned around

"Why are you here?" He asked

"I came to talk to mom and dad but they're not here"

"Clearly which takes me back to the initial question of why are you here?" He said plainly

"Well I wanted to talk to you at some point too and Mindy said you were here so..." I said as I looked at the floor

My head was telling me to just turn around and leave but I knew that's not what I needed to do

"I'm sorry"

"For what?" He asked

"Messing up our bond, always making you worry about me, putting strain on the family, being a burden, getting in between you and Justin, and well..everything" I said as I sat down across from him

I watched as he cut the TV off and turned his full attention to me

I was fully prepared to be screamed at

"Fynland do you know that ever since you stopped talking to mom, her and dad have been fighting?"

I shook my head

"I heard them talking about wills and shit 2 days ago..she took your name off of everything"

"Thats fair" I nodded

"No. No it isn't." He said

I was beyond shocked

"Yes it it. I don't deserve anything in death if all I did was cause them heartbreak in life..it hurts but it's the truth" I said honestly

"You're still her child just like you're still my sister."

I was so confused on why he was taking my side and why they were redoing their wills anyway

"She only wanted what was best for me and I continuously disobeyed her. She's entitled to hate me"

"Well I think it's bullshit." He said as he pulled a blunt from his pocked

My eyes damn near rolled out of my head!

"Uh" I said as I pointed to it

"You smoke?" He asked as he lit it up

I rapidly shook my head

My parents hated smoking of any kind

"Where'd you even get that?!" I asked with wide eyes

"Dad's sock drawer" he choked

"Dad's?!"

I watched as he nodded and puffed his life away

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