ALEX
"I don't care. I don't f*****g care, Conor. I'm sick and tired of this wretched life with you! Either you get your ass out there and find the life of luxury you promised me, or I leave with the kids, and you're never going to see us again!!"
Those were the last words I heard of Mom's yelling as I closed the door and walked away from the house. It’s been like that all week, as she kept giving Dad a hard time. Things were getting worse, especially with Nick, my brother, being sick.
The cold air bit at my cheeks as I walked briskly along the sidewalk toward the subway.
"Hey, Alex!"
My headphones weren't very loud, so I could hear the voice call out my name. I turned around, and a car was approaching me with the headlights on. Soon, it pulled up in front of me, and the door opened.
