Mathew's POV
"Mathew don't make me repeat myself. You are too young to race, wait until you are eighteen," I heard my mother's voice.
I let out a deep breath and then stood up to face her. I opened my door and there I saw her standing in front of my room with Dad on her side trying to calm her down.
"Mom I am old enough. I'm sixteen already stop treating me like a kid!" I shouted which made her eyes widen.
"Your tone Mathew," my father reminded me. I let out a few deep breaths to calm myself.
"You can't control me, Mom," I uttered firmly while looking at my mother.
"I am not controlling I just don't want you to be put in danger," she uttered trying her best to make me understand her point.
I get it. I get it that all she wants is for me to be safe but if being safe means having a bo
