Chayton/Psycho's P.O.V.
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~ Flashback, age 14 ~
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"Go talk to her," Kylian ordered me, his arms folded over his chest and a deep frown on his face.
I sighed as I ran a hand through my long hair. I still can't believe Granny never let me cut it. Something about it being a Native American thing. I should probably pay more attention.
And if Granny finds out that I made Bly cry again... I'm going to be in deep sh.it. She'll beat me and follow it with another speech about how she didn't raise me this way and how my parents would be ashamed. I'd never actually know though, since they died when I was five. Rival club caught them when they were just having a ride one afternoon. Shot
