"Creed took my stuff, and he's hiding it. I'm trying to find them, and you've said no smoking.” He lied so easily in the beginning. Why could he lie so easily?
"Well, find your stuff and come downstairs and eat you ungrateful s**t, your mother's made breakfast, and it's noon," the man said, and the door shut.
Lyric didn’t like him. He was loud and mean. When the door shut, Roland opened the closet door, and Lyric came tumbling out as he tried to even his breathing out.
“I’m just going to assume you're claustrophobic.”
He nodded as he placed his hands on his knees, trying to calm his breathing.
"But you were in the shed."
"To sleep, asshole; otherwise, I'd be out in the rain."
"Asshole mode? I swear, I am not going to last long if you're in asshole mode."
"Oh, suck it up," he snap
