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Riley's POV
We arrived at the house. Dark gave me the look of 'give me all your weapons'. I nodded and started, first with my four guns in my belt, eight knives in my shoes and bra, the guys gave me a horrified look.
"Whats going on" Uncle Jack asked not taking his eyes off me.
I snapped.
"You" I pointed at anti "your the reason there dead, your the reason my life went to shit" I screamed at him. I ran to my room, locked the door and tried to calm down. I could hear Dark explaining what I meant to them, I then heard a knock on my door.
"Who is it, and what do you want"I snapped.
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