Waking up on Saturday morning, the guilt finally set in. The pain and confusion are back, and I'm sick of looking at Shamrock's f*****g bedroom. For the last five days, I haven't been left alone for more than the span it takes to piss. I haven't smoked, haven't seen anyone but Finn or my brothers, and have spent most of the time sleeping. At the moment, I'm sitting in the center of the bed watching Chopped while Ironhide sits on the couch.
"Where's Finn?" I ask quietly.
He looks over at me and gives me a smile. "I was wondering if you were gonna talk to me at all."
I chuckle sadly. "Sorry. This isn't how I pictured coming home, ya know?"
Ironhide gets ups and comes to sit on the bed with me. "Faylinn, there's no right or wrong way for you to handle this. I mean, burning down
