Blake's pov

As the days passed, I found myself in a living hell at home. Miranda kept accusing me of secretly meeting with Wade to ask for a scholarship. Beatrice, my sister, was jealous of me for some reason.

Every time I passed by her, she had a sneer on her face directed at me.

I tried to explain to both of them that I hadn't done anything wrong, but they wouldn't listen. They were both so caught up in their own emotions that they couldn't see the truth.

I couldn't take it anymore. I needed to get out of the house and clear my head. So, I grabbed my...