KEVIN

Bastard! I muttered, clenching my fist so tight that my nails dug into my palm. He had the guts to punch me, but I swear, he was going to regret it.

He was the golden boy, the one who never did what was wrong in our parent's eyes, but now I would pull every string I could and make sure he disappointed them.

My Jaw still throbbed from the force of his blow, but the physical pain was nothing compared to the rage burning inside me.

I had waited for years for the perfect opportunity to ...