After receiving fresh air, I stood up and went inside the house angrily and shut the door behind me.

There he is, smoking the hell out of his wrap by the window.

"There you are!" I breathed.

"What's wrong? Are you okay?" Roman asked as he looked at me in a strange way. Why is he looking at me like he does not know what just happened?

"When are we going home?" I asked him.

"Why? What do you mean by that?" He threw his wrap out of the window.

"Roman, I am tired of this place. I am tired of these people you call family. They are making everything...