Not The Best

{ Rodrick }

The Taffy house is even bigger on the inside than it looks on the outside, but it's not as intimidating as I imagined because it's very homey.

There are millions of pictures of the whole family all over the house, the walls are a nice blue and the furniture looks comfortable. Plus, there are so many people here that it looks big out of necessity and not just out of extravagance.

I feel uncomfortable when we walk in and everyone stares at us as if we are intruders. There's an air of distrust in some of their scents, especially from that jerk Daniel, who is sitting on one of the couches with a beer bottle in his hand and a sleeping pup on his chest. Just seeing his face raises the hairs on my body with the urge to hurt.

"Rodrick, come here," Dalia calls to me from what I imagine is the kitchen and my heart flips out at being called out like that. I swallow and move toward her voice, walking past everyone.

"Who is this random man?" a small pup with blonde hair asks, lo