Once we had arrived, and the car had mostly stopped moving, I was off and up to our house room, sparing barely a moment to wave goodbye to Dad. Predic...ably I arrived long before anyone else and then had to sit waiting impatiently for Vicky to arrive. After what felt like an age of sitting fussing, Vicky walked in the door, giving me a big smile and scampering over to join me.We talked about our evenings. I was bursting to tell her of my improvised tools but couldn't, at least not yet, which was. Knocking on the front door, Olivia's thoughts had gotten her all worked up at the possibilities that lay before her for this evening. In the back of her mind she wondered if popping all those hormone pills had been such a good idea, but the idea was fleeting as the meth and coke still worked through her body."Hey beautiful, come on in. We have a big evening planned and I have some surprises for you. Come on," Reed said as he whisked her inside and straight down the hallway to his bedroom. Her. "Hello?"He picked up the phone tentatively, wondering who might be calling."Mike?"Hearing her voice, his heart started beating faster. He was so relieved that she had called him again. It had to mean that things might not be as bad as he had first feared they were."Jennie, listen, I'm really sorry!"His parents had always told him that if you made a mistake, you should admit it, apologize for it, and then try to make amends."Me too Mike. I was having a real good time until you went and ruined. Which is the main reason why I so totally don’t need a Pride War taking place right now. The Roche Pride is at war with the Chthonian Pride. They are primarily of Greek descent and they’re a bunch of bureaucrats and politicians. The men and women of the Roche Pride are primarily fighters. My father is a Colonel with the Massachusetts State Troopers and he did three tours of duty in Iraq. My big sister Helen is a Lieutenant Detective with the Boston Police Department. My older brother Lawrence.