Chapter 9.HALIE

I haven't sat down with my parents in ages. We never talked about boys, about my plans for the future. Our estranged relationship has never felt strenuous until now.

"It's going to be fine," Rider tells me, gripping my arm.

He's attempting to reassure me. To remind me I have support.

He's the reason I'm so nervous, the fact I'm almost sure he won't keep it together.

"I'm here."

"Sure." I tell him. "We're here."

My home is the same as it's always been. Evergreen towers on both end of the drive way, the pavement leading up, spick and span, grass always kept low. I'd be more surprised if a car was parked in the driveway, but as always, our home was the epitome of lonely.

Rider whistles as he removes his seat belt, moving to leave the vehicle, while I climb out on my side.

"It's really not that classy," I tell him a little embarrassed.

"Are you kidding, the damn house alone, puts our pack house to shame."

"It's my father's pride and joy." I tell him somberly.

We walk towards the