#Chapter60
Westley-01
CLYVE
/"YOU CAN’T and won’t ever control my life anymore, Skip because Dad told you so. It’s plaguy! Can’t I at least make a choice on my own?/" Rage rode me as I threw my hand in the air while yelling over the phone. I was so bloody sick of having someone dictating my life even if it was my own brother—as if I was a good for nothing bastard. This had to stop one way or another. I was so sick of this!
He just told me that he was going to send me somewhere I had not even heard of as if he owned me. Just like that, without asking what I wanted, or if I had a plan or something this weekend.
I promised him to get a vacation after my training, but I was still in the middle of it when he wanted me to continue in New York. Like a good brother, I did it. Then here we go again, I was almost twenty-seven, yet if he treated me as if I was like a bloody toddler.
