Sabel's P.O.V.
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I stormed into the clubhouse from the back, where I was hiding and sulking. After getting those texts from Mom though, I needed to move. I've always had a short fuse, but I've also always been good at managing my anger. Unfortunately, with the sh.it-show that is my life lately, it's been harder.
Part of me knows it's because I haven't properly dealt with the betrayal from my family, but I just can't bring myself to do it. I don't even know where I'd start. So, that means someone's going to give me something to do, or I might lose it.
Thankfully for me, the ol' ladies put me to work in the kitchen. I helped cook dinner, helped set up dinner, watched everyone eat while I munched in the corner like a loser. I vaguely wondered where the h
