// Blast From The Past //
NINE
GAVIN CARTER
“I’M COMING!” I groaned as I crawled my way to the living room door.
Fortunate enough for me Finn was sober enough to drive me home, lead me to my front door and letting me sleep off on the couch before leaving, all well without waking me like a pro.
I might have to ask if he was a thief in his previous life just in case.
I opened the door to see a cousin, Carla. A large luggage behind her and her mascara destroyed and showed she was crying, “Come inside.”
She went inside and sat at the couch while turning the television on, “What are you doing here? Where’s John?”
She gave me a dead look and turned her attention back on the television like a sloth…Lazy.
I gritted my teeth together and breathed in and out, “What business do you have here
