Atlas Wolfe
I’m about to lose my f*****g mind. Scratch that, my entire f*****g sanity feels like it’s on a thin line here.
What the f**k? I repeat, What. The. f**k.
I need to get out of here. I need to do something, anything that I’m familiar with so I can somehow come back to my senses even if for just a little while.
I’m packing my things. Or well, technically shoving whatever it is into my bag as fast as I can, ignoring every word my brothers are saying. I don’t have time for this s**t, and luckily, I have just the perfect excuse – my boxing camp that starts on Monday and ends right before our big eighteenth that Wes has been planning for months now.
My brothers try to rile me up, but I don’t let their words derail me. I only have one thing in my mind that I need to get done an
