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My vision tunnels I must have misunderstood what he said If he’s been ordered not to discuss Mom’s death, then "Mom’s death is club business?"

He holds up his hand "I didn’t say that"

Yeah, he did "Then why else would the board silence you?"

"For the same reason you’ve been kept in the dark We can’t trust you"

"The club patched me in The board voted--"

"Because if we didn’t, by our bylaws, you would have never become a member You’d reached the maximum ti to let you go, but you weren’t ready You still aren’t ready That patch on your back--it’s borrowed"

I stu ball

"You have to learn to trust us," Dad continues "This club is your family Let us in, Tho for hiive me an answer, any answer that will end this tor you I thought I was trusting the club"

"Let your o"

The world tilts and nausea sets up inme to bleed out on the street "I can’t"

"Then we can’t trust you Not until you trust us"

Fuck this I swipe the bag off the floor, but Dad doesn’t move "This is your home"

"It was," I answer "But then Mom died This ain’t a home It’s walls with a roof"

Pain flashes in Dad’s eyes and he stiffens like he’s paralyzed I use the opportunity to stalk past The neos herself in the kitchen and opens her , but thinks better of it when I won’t aze

I’m out the door, down the steps, and I leave with no intention of co back