Willow
“You are not my dad, or my brother, or whatever you think you are.” I want to walk in, but I get rooted on the spot.
“What are you doing here?” Dr. Brown folds his arms, ignoring my dramatic speech.
“I'm doing what everyone does, obviously drinking. Are you stalking me again? You creep. You are my boss, for goodness’ sake.”
He smirks, amused by my anger.
“I’m going to go to the police for a restraining order,” I add.
He sighs in response.
“You try to ruin my chance to get wasted, every time. You have lived your life. Leave me alone.” I walk away from the gate of the club.
“I want you to live your life the right way.” He follows me.
"Just like you?" I say sarcastically, as I chuckle.
“No, I have made mistakes before.”
“You call me going to the club a mistake? Oh, no! That’
