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Blake P. O. V

For most people coming home would be exciting but for me there was no choice at all. I hated coming back just thinking about it made me sick. As i sat in my car and looked out of the window i noticed there were alot of changes. As the car came through the gates and the house i once called home appeared my heart started beating faster and i could also feel cold sweat on my face.

All of a sudden the car came to a stop and then it was Like a pin had just been dropped in the ocean. I quietly opened the car door and got out and for the first time i felt some how sad yet glad that i had finally made it after so many years of being away from home.

The only thing i wanted was to hear my little sisters voices and my parents welcoming me but i was met with silence. As i reached for my neck for the key i could feel someone watching  me so i quickly turned in that paticular direction but some how who ever it was, had vanished all of the sudden now everyone would know that i had returned and would get back at those who killed my parents and to keep the promise i had once made to some one.

As i reach for the door knob it opened slowly and what immediately catches my eyes is a pair of brown italian black loafers and only one person wears those.


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