(Schyler's pov)
"You got the house." Tony mumbled. I can't believe it. Why would she give me the house.
"You're joking, right?" I ask, hoping it really is a joke.
"No"
"Where's my phone?" I ask.
"Here." He said handing me my phone. I called my aunt Peggy.
"Hello?"
"Hey, why did I get the house?" I ask.
"Mom thought you would be the best one to take care of it."
"Well can you do me a favor?" I ask.
"Whatcha need?"
"Can you take it?" I ask.
"Why would you want me to take it?"
"Because I can't take care of it if I'm gonna live in Cali." I said.
"You're choosing Cali over mom's house?" She asked.
"Yeah. I have a job and great friends there."
"Wow. This is unexpected of you."
"What do you mean?"
"You're choosing friends over responsibility."
"No I'm not. I have a job in Cali that I love. I love it more than anything. And if I'm gonna be touring, I can't keep the house." I said.
"Touring?"
"Yeah. I'm the guys personal tattoo artist."
"Oh sweetie, I didn't know! I'm go happy for you!" She said.
"Yeah."
"I'm glad you went after your dreams."
"Me too."
"Hey, I gotta go. Your Mema is throwing a fit."
"Why?" I ask.
"She didn't get the house."
"I would say give it to her, but I want you to have it. That is the house Curt loved and the house that Jaime fell in love. Please keep it for yourself." I said.
"I will sweetie. Thank you." She said.
"No problem. Now go deal with the bitch." I laugh.
"Okay. Bye." She said and hung up.
"You're not staying?" Tony asked.
"I can't leave you guys. Anyway that house has way too many memories that I want to forget." I said.
"What did you get?" Mike asked walking out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist.
"I got the house." I said.
"You're staying?" He asked looking hurt.
"Nope."
"Then who is gonna take care of the house?" He asked.
"I gave it to my Aunt Peggy. Her first son fell in love there and her second son loved that house."
"Loved?"
"Yeah, Curt is Aunt Peggy's son."
"Oh shit." Mike mumbled.
"Yeah. That's the same house I found out that he tried to commit suicide in. As much as I love most of the memories in that house, that's the one that always comes back when I step inside." I said. Mike and Tony didn't say anything.
"Are y'all just gonna stare at me?" I ask.
"Sorry, it's just the more we learn about you, the worse your backstory gets." Tony mumbled.
"Trust me I know." I muttered.
"I can't believe that you have been through all of that." Mike said.
"Me either." I said.
"How have you survived? Even I would have given up on life if I had a backstory like that." Tony said.
"Your music." I mumbled.
"Really? Our music kept you alive?" Mike asked.
"Yeah."
"I've heard people say that, but I always thought they were overreacting." Tony said.
"Well I'm not."
"I see that." Mike said.
"Let's keep this between us. Okay?"
"Fine with me." Tony said.
"Okay." Mike said.
"Come on. Let's pack so we can go back home. I've been in this hell hole too long." I said.
(Unknown's pov)
I found out Schyler is back in Oklahoma. I plan on getting her back. No matter what. She is mine.
