"Lights off when they should be on, even stars in the skies they're wrong. Short days when the nights are long when I think of the things I've done. Don't matter how far I've gone. I'm always free to run home."
- Don't forget where you belong, one direction.
Chapter forty: back in Mississippi.
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The place I was in is what I could call home. It's where I belonged.
I didn't belong in California. That's only for rich, obnoxious people.
But right now, it felt strange. It didn't feel like home anymore.
I knew it was because of what dad told me in the car.
"If you think about it, they don't have to lock him up," Eddie spoke. "After all, you didn't tell them the whole truth."
"Now, you want to talk to me?" I pointed at myself. "You treated me like trash for weeks, and now you wan
