I hated this place. This house. This pack.
It felt haunted with shitty memories. Everywhere I looked, I was reminded of that day. That singular twenty-four-hour span that set into motion the worst months of my life.
‘Might I remind you that you quite literally created those worst months of your life…. Singlehandedly,’ Orion mutters in my head, making me roll my eyes until it physically hurt the socket.
His incessant reminders that I’d f****d up had gotten old. Fast.
I was well aware of my shortcomings as a human and didn’t need someone in my head constantly reminding me that I was a f**k up.
Not to mention Bailey being here feels like a set back to any progress she might make. She hates this place and the people within it. Maybe not ‘hate’ but loathe?
And the constant interrupti
