CHAPTER FOURTEEN

BRYAN

It's 5:44am and the only glow in my room is from the screen of my phone, as it lights up from a text,

_17th of next month, 2pm, Family house. Try to be there Bryan, Dad doesn't want excuses because of ‘work’. See you there._

It's the text from Kel containing details for the meeting Dad has called for whatever god-damned reason.

Once it's family, I hate to talk about it, don't get me wrong, it's not enmity or anything, but with them, my words never hold value. I like to think that ironic, considering I'm the first born, and first son, but I'm barely allowed to air my opinions.

They consider me rebellious because I followed my dreams to becoming a Surgeon, instead of joining in the ‘Family business’. Which is why Kel's opinions are held in higher regard.

I take a frustrated breath and pull the sheets back over my head, but my bladder forces me to the bathroom.

An hour later, I take instant coffee and half a burrito left over from the takeaways I got from the Mexican restaurant and