Thirty-Four

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Home.

I need to go home. Nowhere else is working for me. I have to run. There's only one place in the world I will be accepted and that's with my father, at my family home.

Blood.

There's too much blood. It's all over me, covering me. I can't wash it all off, probably because I'm shaking too much. Even a shower isn't enough. How do people like me get clean?

How did I get clean last time?

I brush the scar on my arm. I got the blood off me last time. How?

Him.

I can't look at Orson. I can't see him anymore.

I did this. I did this to him. I'm here.

Again.

I can't die this time. Phoenix, whatever my surname is, can't die. Not when Luvvie Thompson has already passed away.

I need to escape before he smells, before he kills me as well.

I just have to pack my bag first and run.

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