Thorne Pov
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I hear a few noises coming from the inside of my house, and I get down off my bike.
My body on alert, like I sense a threat.
My knuckles feel swollen.
And my wrist, is torn.
Bloodied
I feel the pain pricking my body as the darkness which had consumed my heart feels used again.
That's the worst.
You get used to it.
Maybe I had forgotten the past.
But now I feel it all again.
Because no one can change the past, but we can try the change for the future.
Opening the door, I take a step front.
My ears sharp, as I look around the house.
In south Fallon you will find anyone but not a thief.
So, someone must be from outside the town.
Trying to feed their lazy asses by robbery.
But they have chosen the wrong house.
Fellas
I look up at the window which has been
