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After an hour of driving in silence I felt the car lull to a stop, my eyes were still squeezed shut. I couldn't bring myself to open them, I couldn't watch the ghost of a home be relived.
So I pretended like I wasn't even there.
"Calla, get out of the car. We're home."
I cracked open an eye, staring at Steffen, "no, we're not home. Home is being around the people you love...and I hate all of you."
He shook his dark auburn hair, his gray eyes looked completely unamused. Join my pissed off club...JOIN IT.
I stepped out of the car, glancing around the pale white walls of a small garage. Hah, Sinister's garage is bigger, suck it.
"Let's get you stetted in, we purchased you clothes..." He said slowly, glancing at my outfit before walking through a door.
I looked around, noticing I
