Chapter 110

Lorenzo's POV

God. I hate my dad so fucking much. Why does he keep doing this? Why won't he just let me live my life the way I want to? Does he have to control my every move? My life is not a fucking chessboard game.

I'm drawing right now. It's the only thing that calms me down. The problem now is that even drawing isn't working for me. I'm agitated and wound up tight.

Groaning out loud, I throw my sketchbook onto the table and lean back on the chair that I'm sitting on, thinking of what to do to take my mind off the conversation I just had with my dad.

Sighing, I stand up from the chair and head downstairs to go get myself a glass of water.

I go straight for the fridge, deciding on chugging down a beer instead of a glass of water. Water isn't going to cut it. I need some alcohol in my system. I leave the kitchen with the beer in my hand to head back to my room.

Just as I'm about to start climbing up the stairs, Lora starts heading down. We meet halfway.

"Lorenzo, I'm off to work,"