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𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘦

    INSTEAD OF testing out the drones with my friends I was driving through to Figure Eight to see my mom. I wasn't exactly thrilled to be going, I could think of better things to do with my time but a visit was well overdue now.

I pulled into the Thornton estate, driving down the road that led to the house and I parked up outside. Thanks to the square groupers my bike was going to take a lot more fixing than what I thought it was going to. It wasn't something JJ and I could do like we usually did when one of us broke our bikes, it had to go to a shop instead which bummed.

I got out of my dads SUV and looked around the estate. It didn't even look like Agatha had hit here, there was so sign that anything had been destroyed either. Everything looked as it was before the hurricane.

I walked towards the front door when Topper came out and I whistled lowly, "Well, well, well. I've got a bone to pick with you Thornton."

Topper rolled his eyes and I walked up the white slab porch steps to meet him, "Can't say I care." He replied, "I've got a bone to pick with your friends."

I narrowed my eyes, "Why'd you feel the need to tell my mom I was high at the boneyard the other night?"

"Because you were."

I groaned, "Christ Topper if you think that's what being high looks like you haven't seen anything. I didn't even have two joints."

"You know what?" He asked me, "I don't care." A motorcycle pulled up in front of the house and stopped. The person pulled their helmet off and I saw Rafe Cameron.

"If it isn't the outcast." Rafe mused, "How's that shit-tip you call a home doing, Davis?"

"Yeah, go fuck yourself Rafe." I told him. I glared at Topper before walking away and in through the open doors. Micheal Thornton's house was better than the one my mom, dad and I lived in when we lived together as a family. His was twice as big and not to mention extravagant.

The lights were on, even though they didn't need to be, and I rolled my eyes. They were taking advantage of the power supply and it was beyond irritating — especially when the food in our fridge was going off and all we had was cold water. I walked through the house and towards my moms office on the ground floor. The door was closed but I didn't bother knocking, instead I walked straight in.

My mom looked up from behind her desk, papers nearly stacked in front of her and she rose her brow at me, "Ever heard of knocking?"

I closed the door behind me and walked around her office nonchalantly, "Ever heard of being faithful?" I pressed sarcastically.

She sighed and dropped her papers as I sat down in the leather arm chair opposite her. My mom was arguably the best attorney across the whole of the Outer Banks and Chapel Hill and it was all thanks to her Kook life she lived and loved.

"Your dad told me you were coming yesterday." She told me, "When you didn't show up I assumed you were getting high with those people you call your friends again."

I sat forwards, putting my elbows on to my knees, "Alright mom. One, I fell off my bike yesterday on the way over here I'll have you know.. and two, I wish I was getting high with my friends because it's a lot better than having another one of our monthly face-to-face meet ups."

"Mally." My mother groaned, "I have tried to put things right with you—"

"—You wouldn't of had to put things right with me if you hadn't screwed another man behind dads back." I told her with a pointed smile.

"I'm sorry." She told me and there was nothing apologetic about it, "I'm sorry I left your father but things just didn't work out between us."

I realised this is what we were going to argue about.