JESSE
I'm beyond angry.
I'm jealous, but that is a feeling I've learned to live with. The anger is new. I feel like my veins are boiling over with fury, and I want to punch Connor repeatedly in the face for talking about Kat like that.
My parents were sitting in the lounge when I walk in, sharing a bottle of what looked like whiskey.
Great.
"Jesse!" Mom slurs, as Dad barely moves his beady eyes from the television. "How's my handsome boy?"
"I'm tired Ma, I'm gonna shower and sleep."
"Tired," mutters Dad as he shakes his head, still gazing at the TV lovingly. "From what? Boy don't play no sport, he just sits in a f*****g classroom all day pretending to listen. Tired! Soon be time to get a job, son, then you'll know tired."
I'm having to breathe deep breaths as Mom looks at me
