After my parents died and I moved in with my uncle, I was pretty much on my own. He worked all the time to keep us in the sh*tty apartment we lived in. I didn't mind really, I kept myself busy wandering around the city. I would ride the subways from end to end and look out to see what new places I could discover.
Right now, I wished I could be there on that train again, going to different places and being anywhere but here.
Wade was still looking down at me, I could feel the anger radiating off him. His emerald eyes were glowing more intensely by the second, but he still wasn't saying anything. I was still sitting on the floor. My back was against the wall, and I just didn't have it in me to say anything or do anything. I was so sick of being yelled at.
“What do you have to say?" Wad
