As soon as I went back inside the house I picked up a sledge hammer and I started breaking apart the kitchen table and chairs so they were easier to get outside and I did the same with the living room furniture.
Asher came into the house and saw what I was doing but he stood back until I was finished.
This wasn’t just therapeutic for me, but it was something that I needed to do. I needed to let my damn anger out finally. I couldn’t keep my hatred for my family built up inside of me. I had to get it out and Asher stood back until I finished.
“Why the hell would you want to move back into this house?” Asher asked.
“Because I can’t stay in the packhouse and I don’t have anywhere else to go.” I said.
“You can stay in the packhouse. They aren’t going to kick you out.” He said.
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