Chapter Eighty Three

Maximo slowly opened my eyes wincing at the pain he felt all over my body, his eyes wandered around the room wondering where he was, and realized he was in his room which was confusing for him as he didn't remember how we got here but everything began to make sense to when he recalled his brother attacking him which took him by surprise and he was unable to defend himself.

"Damn it," Maximo growled, getting up from the bed and walking up to the mirror, staring at himself, noticing how he looked like trees had fallen over him even if he was slowly. My head ached in pain but the anger I felt was more dominant right now that I wanted to rip him apart. How could he tell his father this sort of thing had happened, he could imagine the mockery on his father's face, he clenched his fists in anger lifting himself from the bed and walking towards the table where there was a glass of water, he took a gulp making his throat refreshed as it was dry and aching. Just then his door opened and he sna