Three extra cars are parked in front of the house. My stomach sinks. “My cousin’s home. With friends.” “Right, the mighty Trent Mooreson.” Justin puts his car in park, turns it off, but doesn’t move. “He’s not mighty anything. He’s probably the only one here that I just don’t get.” I take another sip of hot chocolate. I’m not in a hurry to get out of the car, not with Trent and his gang inside. “You live with your aunt and uncle, right?” Justin asks. He pulls a knee up and leans back. My heart’s hammering. This is how the hard to answer questions start. “Yeah.” I don’t want to lie to him again—then I’ll just have to tell him I lied again—sometime later, when I get the guts to. “And that’s better than home?” His eyes are on me. My eyes are on my cup. “Home doesn’t exist anymore.” I take another drink, which is only a temporary distraction from my thoughts.
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