KELVIN’S POV
Mom’s brows shot up, her eyes widening in horror at the sight of me. Jerking up from her seat, she frantically exclaimed,
“Jesus Christ!”
“Not now, mom; I’m not in the mood.” I replied, a scowl etched across my face as I headed straight into the medicine cabinet in the upstairs bathroom. I stared blankly at my reflection in the mirror—patches of red and round wounds scattered all across my face and two swollen eyelids that hurt like hell. For the first time in my life, I felt like a complete failure.
“Kelvin!” Mum roared, barging into the bathroom with a mix of anger and skewed across her face as the walls seemed to vibrate as she yelled once more.
“What the f**k did you get yourself into?”
A sneer curled on my lips, pulling out the first aid box from the cabinet behind
