Maxten's POV
I flipped the visor of Barrette's car closed. I had a black eye from when Conrad punched me last night. I deserved it for what I had done to Lyla, and I didn't fight back. The other two had pulled him off of me, and then we managed to have somewhat of a civil conversation. He was still mad at me, but he was at least talking to me, kind of. I feel like I had mended the bridge with my brothers. We had stayed up talking for hours. Something we haven't done since we were kids. I still didn't understand how they could see me and not blame me for everything, but they don't or if they do, they don't care.
Now to face my father. This one was harder because he should hate me. I want him to hate me. It would make things so much easier, but he doesn't. He has nothing but loved me an
