LAWSON’s POV
‘That Ares! That bastard! He is retard! He is daft! See how he embarrassed me in front of his brother and friends like I was some child!’
I was angry and boiling and speaking to myself was the only sane thing to do. I walked to the bar in my kitchen, took out whiskey and I gulped it down my stomach. I felt refreshed. I headed down to the gym, and I lifted the weight.
‘He called you a faggot! Brainless! He called you stupid! And you just stood there watching! Why! Why!’
I was mad at myself and I knew it! Why couldn't I say anything to defend myself? Why did I allow that boy to talk down on me? There was something about him though! He had so much confidence in himself.. He spoke with so much authority and guts, that I got scared for a bit. Was my brother right, are they real
