Blythe's P.O.V.
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I felt like I was in a daze as we walked to the house that I used to call home. I haven't stepped foot in that house since the night Havoc kicked me out. I didn't even want to look at it when I was forced back here. All it holds are bad memories.
At least, that's what I thought. I mean, the place does hold a lot of bad memories, but there's a lot of good too. Things weren't all bad all the time. Just when Everly thought I was getting too much attention.
Mom clung to my arm the whole way there as Tusk walked his bike in front of us. He propped it in the gravel driveway beside the two-story house. Then he went straight for the door, opening it because why would it be locked on the property?
For just a moment, I was afra
