Chapter 73. Trashed

The moment I pulled into the driveway; I knew something was wrong.

Perhaps it was the fact that the house looks less like a house, or the fact that Caitlyn is sitting on the porch, crying.

I step out of the car and my friends do the same. The house has been trashed and there isn’t a window that hasn’t been broken. The walls have graffiti on them, and the cars in the garage have windows, the windshields and the side mirrors broken.

Who the fuck could have done this?

Caitlyn jumped up when I returned. “Oh Kian, thank God you’re here!” she exclaimed, wiping away her tears.

“What the fuck happened here, Caitlyn?”

“I wish I knew,” she mumbled, playing with the hem of her shirt. “I came here to talk to you and then I see the house like this. What if it’s a burglar Kian?”

“No, it’s not a burglar,” Eddy said, picking up something from the floor. I turn to look at him. It’s a bullet casing. Dread filled me.

“Caitlyn, where’s Farrah?” I asked he