Chapter 2

I missed home more than I would ever admit. No one would ever believe me if I said that, but it was the truth. Even though we lived in a big town, it felt a hell of a lot smaller than this shit hole. I missed morning breakfasts at the diner with my family. I missed kissing my mom on the cheek before I went anywhere and throwing a ball around in the backyard with my dad when I got a free chance. I missed joking around with my sisters and playing with my nieces and nephews. I miss driving up to watch my brother's football games.

I missed it all so much, but it only served as a reminder of what I would never have. A family of my own. And all of it was the fault of no one but myself. I was so fucked in the head. I cricked my neck to each side, popping it before getting back to work. My eyes started to burn from staring at my computer screen for too long before a gentle knock sounded at my door.