Ryan
"This is it." My grandma said giving me a small smile.
After we kicked the rogues' asses, we left shortly afterward to come to my old house.
Standing in front of me is my old tan colored house.
"No one has touched it since you left. I asked them not too." She explained.
I looked over and saw a tear slip out of her eye. I turned to face her and wiped it away. I grabbed her hand and pulled it slightly.
"Come on. Let's check it out." She squeezed my hand and led us through the house.
The door was still broken and laying on the floor, the TV had a crack in it, the windows were broken, and the couches and chair were torn to shreds. You could defiantly see the claw marks all over the furniture.
As I was looking around the living room or what was left of the living room, my eyes land
