#Chapter453

The past can haunt us

Ryker

I woke up every day with my family giving me the same expression. Their expressions put me in a foul mood. I sat at breakfast, quieter than usual, moving my food around with my fork. They glanced at each other. I had enough and got up.

I left, heading to school. I didn’t bother to wait for the others. What’s the point?

As I made my way to the parking lot, the guys leaned against Ryder’s car, waiting for me. Fuck.

“When you going to stop beating yourself up, brother?” Ryder asked.

“When the past stays in the past,” I countered.

“You worry,...