"You're home early," Grandpa's voice dripped with sarcasm and his disapproving gaze fixed upon me the moment I stepped through the front door. His eyes were glaring, as if he was spoiling to give me a piece of his mine. My grandfather didn’t raise me with gentle parenting mainly because he was raising a gangster.
The new house rule he had implemented last month was becoming increasingly annoying as weeks passed by. It seemed to loom over me like an oppressive cloud, dictating my every move. According to Grandpa, this rule was meant to prevent me from getting into fights, as he believed that being at home was safer than engaging in fights with people larger and stronger than me.
But today was different. I hadn't chosen to come home late willingly. It wasn't like I wanted it to happen. Li
