"Hey ma man what's cooking?" I asked as I saw Dylan on skype with his sis. I actually just came to tell Sammie her food is ready. But why not bash a brother and sister call. More my thing. I smirked at the thought. I seemed to notice that the moment I entered , Sammie's eyes were fixed on me. I mean I am a beast , so I probably shouldn't complain. Argh, fuck it. I like the attention anyway.
"Sam!" Dylan called his sister out on her thoughts. Whatever that was.
"She was totally checking me out, just too bad I'm not destin-"
"Will!" Dylan gave me a warning look.
Anger pulsed through my eyes . What the hell! He can't interrupt me from the truth. I'm a messed up humanbeing, single. No girl wants my ass. Son of a bitch. Shit, the effects if my anti-depressants are kicking in. Perfect timing. I need to get out. Out!
"Dinner is ready and go suck ass man!" And with that, I stormed out of the room.
I stopped at the door to catch my breath. All these emotions was too overwhelming.
"What the hell dude, now he's back to being Barney, without the chirpiness." I heard Dyl's little sis complain. Damn, was I really that bad? This girl knows me heavy days bad. She'll get worser days than this. But then again, life is a learning phase. You learn that you are liberal and that you are not bound to anything. But then you let life get the better of you and you let your demons feed on you. I sighed.
Just then, Blaine ran up to me.
"Uncle Will can we play ball outside?"He watched me acutely.
"Yes little man, come on." I took his hand and headed outside.
It's these little moments that makes me regret my downfalls a little bit.
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The Mentor
Teen FictionHi Im Samantha and it's my first time writing. So go easy on me hey. Im totally a fan of Knightsrachel though. So this book deals with low-self esteem and Depression. So be ready for an emotional ride. I'll say if you willing to risk your emotional...
