Connell's POV

My house is lonely.

Perhaps that is because it’s always empty, but right now, it just looks like a sad, lonely place. Sometimes I think that it was always a sad house, because it doesn’t look like it was ever light.

Taking my bag from my car, I slammed the door shut, and started walking to my front door. It was dark out, product of me going to the gym after school. Since I wasn’t getting the same amount of exercise as I got from training, I had to supplement it somehow.

As I was fiddling with my keys, trying to find the right one, I glanced over...