Vierzehn. Cartoce. Fourteen. Catorce

I was standing right in front of the tour bus, my back was facing it, and my luggage was right next to me. Ever since the fight, I decided that I was going to go back home and there was no one who was going to stop me. Not Blaze, and certainly not my father. I had gotten to the breaking point, the accusation my father threw my way, was the drop that overflowed the glass. I was not going to stay in this place.

I understood that once I went back home, I was going to be completely on my own. Collin and his mother moved to New Jersey, so that meant me being alone in Los Angeles, given that the whole Devil Five Family was still going to be touring Europe.