You not my family

DRAKE'S POV

I may have been drunk, but I knew I wasn't seeing things. My mother and little brother were standing in my kitchen in the middle of the night and I had no idea why. Neither of them were welcome, yet here they were.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" I growled.

"Nice way to speak to your mother, Son."

"Don't call me that," I spat. "I haven't been your son since I was fourteen years old. You don't have the right to call me that anymore. You two need to get the fuck out of my house. Right fucking now."

My blood boiled with their presence and I couldn't take it anymore. Seeing them all these years later made something snap inside of me that I hadn't felt in a very long time: pure hatred. I never thought I'd see either of them ever again, yet here they stood.

"Your sister called us for our help. We're not going anywhere," my mother stated.

My brows shot up at her revelation. Dakota wouldn't have called them if they were the last fucking people on earth. She knew better than t