Tyler strode into his room in anger, slamming the door hard against the wall in the name of shutting it close and then moved towards his bed, throwing himself on top of it.
"You never really liked Wren since I took her in as a child, Tyler" His dad's voice rang in his head and he groaned, closing his ears to chase his dad's voice away because it was too disturbing.
After failed efforts of chasing his dad's voice away from his head, he got up and sat on the bed cracking his knuckles in frustration. Today was one hell of a day, with all the stress of being in charge of an eighteen year old female who was incapable of taking care of herself.
And after doing all that, all he could receive as thanks was getting scolded for, he never should have accepted being in charge of Wren's care in the first place. Tyler never liked getting troubled and right now he was.
