Pew. Pew. The sounds of the loud stereo blasts taunted me as I angrily scrubbed the inside of the kitchen sink.
Today’s work in the Young home feels extra horrific. Upon my arrival, not only was I greeted with the longest list of chores to date, but I’ve also been left to do every single one on my own while my mate baby-sat a video game with his friends.
The only thing Lyndon did help me with was breakfast and that was only because Alpha and Luna were there to force him off his ass. Even with that, he spent the whole-time mumbling complaints to himself and ended up just fixing the plates to bring to the breakfast table.
As I continued to scrub, the rage I felt for this household amplified. I hate it here. It baffled me how a few minutes of justified fury led me to this terrible str
