CHAPTER SEVENTY SEVEN

TRENT'S POV

"Quit basketball before I make you." My father's cold voice sliced through the air, his eyes boring into mine with intensity.

I felt my breath catch in my throat. "I can't," I managed, forcing the words out. "Basketball is my dream, and now that I finally got the captainship, you can't just take it all away from me."

His eyes narrowed to slits as he took a step closer. "It was never your dream in the first place, boy," he spat, jabbing a finger towards my face. "It was your brother's, but you stripped him of it the moment you did that to him."

The memories came rushing back in a torrent, threatening to drown me. I clutched my head, desperately trying to keep them at bay. "I didn't do anything," I rasped, my voice sounding foreign to my own ears. "I didn't..."

But he was already leaning in, his hot breath fanning across my face as he hissed in my ear, "You remember the blood, the glasses, the car." He hissed, his words like venom into my ears.

"Stop it," I choked out, sque