"Aren't you going to thank me?" He said it like I had hurt his ego. "Thank you for what? Making my life hell? Well, sure. Thanks for ruining my life." I snapped. I'm so tired of him acting like a God. He sighed as I left the room and slammed the door. I walked down the downstairs hallway, exploring the house. A few closets and finally a bedroom. I knocked on the door and got no answer. It wasn't Ray's, I already knew where that was. I stepped inside, my guitar in hand. I sat on the bed in the middle of the room.

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