When it came to battles and standoffs and confrontations of all kinds, Kai Rockwell was a pro. Blowouts with his dad happened all the time, but not like this one. He still felt the fury streaking through his system like lightning, practically crackling out of his fingertips.
He was so out of here. Done. No more.
Done. No more.Barely seeing what he was doing, he stuffed random items of clothing into his duffel bag. He’d grab the essentials, the cash he’d been saving, his ID, his iPod, and he’d hit the road. In four months he’d be eighteen, a legal adult. Why wait?
He wasn’t sure which had come first during their fight—Dad kicking him out or him yelling that he was leaving. Maybe it had all happened in the same moment because on one thing, they completely agreed. Kai and Mad Max Rockwell
