I blasted through my workout, not going too heavy since I was on my own, but I took all of my muscles to complete failure. I have to start pushing myself now. I need to be better, stronger. I have a year to get ready.

I got home around 6:30 and went straight to the kitchen to fuel back up. I didn't have more than my protein shake before my workout, which was a mistake. I am starving and my grumbling stomach is agreeing with me. If I don't eat, I'm going to be sore in the morning.

"Where have you been? We eat dinner at six.” A growl comes from the table making me jump and turn around gripping the edge of the counter.

"Oh, sh*t!" I really wish people would stop that.

over to see my dad and Mateo sitting together at the kitchen table, plates half empty. They never eat in here. Mateo is looking at me, but his face is blank, like he’s trying to hide his emotions from

at him confused, I can't even hide it. I have never been allowed to eat with them unless we had company. And as far as I can tell, there is or was no company. I took

talking to his plate now.

I asked him not to try and fix things. I may want my dad to want me, but not by force. I can see in his eyes he’s only doing this for Mateo's sake, not for me. To appease my brother, not

for the last two years. You have never wanted me to sit with you before and I don't believe that you actually want me around now. So, no offense, sir, but I must decline your invitation. I will continue my regular schedule.” I turn and walk out of the kitchen, my

screech of chair legs and the unmistakable sound of my brother's footsteps. I don’t slow for him this time though. It is taking all I have to not turn around and rip him a new a*shole. It's been 12 hours and he's

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