Twenty-Four – Bomboys.

Devon’s POV

Bart paced around waiting for me to leave my room. I peeked from the doorknob then coiled myself on my bed again.

It was hard, harder than I thought to bury my mother. I did it alone, without my father. I needed to do it fast to give myself more time to heal.

It wasn’t a time to sulk and cry. Chaos was at it’s brink, I should be ready.

Bart’s eyes lit up when he discovered I was out of my room. He ran up the stairs to me and slowly pulled me in for a hug. I hugged him back.

“She’s somewhere safe.”...