I look in the mirror to figure out who I am.

Chapter seven

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*Drew’s POV*

I walk into Stromberg’s house not really knowing what to expect. I didn’t even want to come today because my sides are still hurting from last night, but I knew I had to.

Mrs. Stromberg is still as sweet and as nice as she can be, and Keaton is still the adorable little kid. How are they related to the massive dick that is still currently asleep at one in the afternoon?

“WES!! GET UP! DREW IS HERE AND KEATON AND I ARE ABOUT TO LEAVE!!” His mother yells up the stairs at him. She turns to me with a big smile on her face. “He should be down soon. You just make yourself comfortable until then. We will be back at five tonight. I hope you are still around when I get back.”

She is sweet, but I know that I am not going to be here when she gets back. If I stay too long we might end up breaking something. “Thanks ma’am. I think I will just sit right here for now. I don’t think I will be here when you get back though. I need to leave early.”

I start to sit down when the pain in my sides starts to act up again. I cringe and hope no one saw that. “Sweetie, are you ok? You don’t look too well?” So much for that. “I am fine ma’am. I just didn’t sleep well last night.”

Well, that sounded like the stupidest excuse in the world. She didn’t seem to buy it and even Keaton is looking at me like I am stupid. Luckily, they let it go and leave.

I wonder if she or Stromberg know what is going on with Keaton at school. I doubt it. He wouldn’t tell his mother because it would upset her, and he knows Stromberg would kill them.

I just wonder if either of them saw that bruise on his side. I hate to think that I could have prevented it, but if I had just turned the corner sooner.

I am cut out of my thoughts by Stromberg finally deciding to make an appearance.

“What the hell are you doing in my house so early?” He honestly doesn’t know what time it is? Oh gosh.

“..It is one o’clock?” He looks at the clock for a minute then back at me. We just stand there glaring for a few minutes before I think that I would be wise to say something.

“So, are we going to work on this project or not?”

He turns on his heel and starts walking out of the room. What a stubborn moron. I could be doing better things right now than sitting here waiting for him to stop throwing a tantrum like a baby and actually work on this project.

Not wanting to start a fight I just say “I am not leaving until we work on it. Just for a few minutes.”

He comes back with his computer and we start trying to work on this project. But about five minutes later we still have about as much as we started with. This damn war isn’t all that popular online I guess, and the only sites that have it are boring history sites that load super slow.

“Are you even good for anything?” He slams his laptop down. Well, that was sudden and uncalled for. ‘Are you even good for anything boy?’ No, don’t think about that right now, Drew.

“I am trying to help, but you won’t let me do anything.” I set my drink down and try to look casual. I know it pisses him off, but it is better than looking scared because of a memory that has nothing to do with right now.