Regression Therapy

Chapter Prologue

Prologue: Part 2

Aidan Greyson clicked his tongue together and scowled back at his older brother.

"Just let me go there and mind your own business, bastard," he growled as he ran a hand through his damp black hair that definitely needs a trimming—he'll get to that soon. But more importantly...

"You fucking idiot, you just won't believe me, would you?," Ian, his older brother exclaimed, fuck—he's so fucking tired and his brother is being an illiterate fool again. He felt a wave of migraine coming and made a mental note to get some painkillers later. Later, he told himself.

"Of course not!" Aidan shot back.

"It's a fucking trap, wake up!"

"I know it is!"

"See?! You do know! But what are you doing, acting like a fucking idiot about to encage himself in a trap?," his brother banged his hand to the mahogany desk nearby, making Aidan cringe. Well, someone's going to get scolded by mom later for damaging her precious furniture.

"If I didn't go there, then those bastards will think that I ran with my tail between my legs."

"I swear, you and your pride," Ian rubbed his temple and felt his head finally throb painfully.

His day is getting worse and worse, and to add another thing to his already long lists of problems, he just scratched his mother's favorite mahogany desk.

"Whatever, do what you want. And don't come here looking all banged up because you didn't listen to me."

"Don't worry, I won't be a disgrace to you and your so important 'family name or reputaion'," Aidan raised his middle finger back at his brother and opened the huge wooden doors, his shoes tapping loudly on the pavement.

Ian just groaned as he heard his car pulling out the driveway.

Fuck you too, asshole.

To be continued...