Lyric’s P.O.V
“What the f**k is wrong with you?” Were my brother’s opening words as soon as he wheeled into the house and found me in the kitchen as I was putting away some used plates into the sink.
“What do you mean?” I asked, clearly confused.
Derek seemed to be in an awful mood and whatever that happened, things didn’t end well for the both of us. But what could possibly be his problem now? I won today’s match fair and square! Damnit! I could already feel a headache coming on.
“You’ve been unfocused!” Derek snapped. “It’s like you’ve lost all purpose in life and you’re just endlessly roaming around inside that ring! What the f**k is wrong with you?”
“I won the b****y match, Derek!” I snapped back at him. “I lost focus for a few seconds because the bastard hit pretty close to my ea
