Derek's POV
"Mother, what is the meaning of this!" I demanded as soon as I set eyes on her. Calling her had not been enough as I had to rush down to her salon.
Some men in uniforms were carrying her stuff and throwing them outside. I saw my mother crying and yelling curses at the worker, my sister, Desdra, trying to control her. I was so angry at the scenery that I dragged one of the workers by his collar to gain his attention. He looked shocked but because of his buffy physique, he easily pulled free from me.
"Hey man! What is wrong with you?" He screamed out in defense.
"Whatever! Next time, you guys will be patient enough before acting this reckless!" I shouted back, proudly showing my anger.
